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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Nonsense

Curling tongues of hybrid fire
The case of love within the loft
Drying ice reeking of camphor
From the machine that never coughed.
The stairs that lead ever upward
Jugglers on each carpeted tread
The magpie's dream of gilded grains
And owls that twist and twist their heads.
All of this is written down
Sequins on the silken page
The gift of beauty bottled for you
So that you may never age.
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