Thursday, 31 March 2005
Shattered gag afar
Hefts anew either tawdry fluidly teeth to take away
There's a tall boy outside on his phone, I wonder if the signal can get through all that mist? It must be able to, he's still talking. Is he directing the mists, confirming the areas that need to be covered? Is he an accomplice? I doubt it - nobody that tall could be inconspicuous.
The, usually, red brick building looming opposite is dulled to a dark sandy colour - makes me think of stony Aberaeron beach. Apple cores hidden among the pebbles. A jutting arm of the Millennium Stadium suddenly looks like a ship, and now I'm at sea. There are seagull cries overhead anyway, I'm becalmed… but I only have half an hour left. Half an hour before i have to rejoin the other galley slaves at my oar/computer. The black horse could be a black flag, God knows they're pirates.
Pillaging and plundering, just to get fatter and fatter until they can finally own no more.
Discuss last meeting minutes
Saw own hand off with boredom
Listen to stomach rumbling
Drift off into own world where pixies and butterflies gracefully swoop
Write song in head
Calculate how many window panes there are in each wall
Fantasise about partner
Pretend to be playing quidditch
Get snapped back to reality
Shake head when asked "any other business"
Go for a fag
Wednesday, 30 March 2005
Bananas and plums
Sticky and sweet with sugar
Oranges and pears
I have locked the door
With a shotgun in my mouth
Fingering the key
...has been an absolute washout. It has rained cats and dogs, I've been bombarded with work - petty bastards peddling ridiculousness at hiked prices. Hooray, this is what blogs are really about - ranting.
Let's have a haiku about today:
Learning all the greys
Light and darker shades the same
Today has them all