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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.

Thursday, 29 December 2016

Sparks and dust

Poet's ear
Devil's thumb
These things are mine
Like pentecost belongs to christ,
Creased and unsubtle,
Warm and dangerous.
These things parade around my thoughts.
At night, the dark is full of sparks,
Crash and burn they filter down
Like thunder, coiled and hot.
Dust is spread.
Dust is spent like gold upon the temple steps.
The sun is made of weightless specks.
Spinning through space
We find our gravity wells around us,
Dense and curved like pie dishes.
Thoughts made physical.
Dreams of ice and stone.
Writ large bituminous sky's ebb.
A pie with my thumb thrust in.

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