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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.

Saturday, 7 January 2017

Exhaling Hercules

The cough at the end of the breath
Health and happiness exhaled and shivered
With a scratching hessian contact raw
His Prussian eyes are blue no more.

The telephone is the cat's best friend
Each life a number dialled and rung
The answering bark of fear and thrill
The chase is on the windowsill.

The anthem sung and chorus lost
He finds his scarlet voice to call
Out Hercules and bid him come,
This dying man is no god's son.
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