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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.

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

The operation

He's on the phone in the waiting room
Giving orders, making deals
Sending emails to his team
As the doctor asks him how he feels

The nerves around his heart, they say, 
Are getting all their wires crossed
Sending signals when to pulse
But the order's getting lost

Three hours under general
As the surgeons cut and crimp and sew 
Then keyhole closed and satisfied, 
They proclaim him good to go

And in the taxi home the phone
He's clutching in his fingers glows
His mind is sending signals
In the surest way it knows

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