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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.

Friday, 30 December 2016

Candles and catholics

The venom in the fog
Deep and green the fetid breath
Motion becomes stillness
Paralysis of eye and arm.
Squirrels in the hanging tree
Ravens crack their beaks in joy,
The silver's left the mercury
And barren ground births mud. 

Ladders climb into the sky,
Lianas writhe like beaded priests in ecstasy
Hearts in thuribles, blood in mist,
Red and black it drips.
The fan-tailed hum of broken glass
As footsteps tread on radio waves
And flowers shade the children's eyes
From the poison in the air.
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