My Diary

June and I took a small alien called Hieronymous to the house on the side of the hill; lions sat each side of the gate – we fed the lions.  We returned home by hot air balloon (June provided the hot air!), sheltering little birds below our envelope.  The birds metamorphosed into penny black holes and we hid under spider webs –  The orange lady searched the undergrowth for the latest recipe while I wrote my name on the back of a leaf.  The spider gave us his business card.

My Diary

I was picked up by a black sheep lady and took to her downland home.  I collected up strands of dark brown hair and placed them next to a clock with no hands.  The eagle eyes searched the site for buried treasure as I re-enacted one of the last battles of the Boer War across a large plate of pasta.  When I returned to my submarine home I continued work on my Englishman shop.  Later I heard two sets of footsteps draw nearer and then one move farther away again.

My Diary

I opened my eyes when the cymbals clashed and found myself in a wrestling embrace with a giant wood louse.  It must have been scuttling about on the floor when its peers had been playing strip poker in the loft above.  I escaped into cyberspace and took a row of TV monitors from my old school satchel and strung them together like beads.  To get a better reception I tied the aerial to a top hat and lifted it as my long forgotten school friends walked by.

My Diary

I came down the stairs, catching glimpses of people going up the other side.  I found myself in a hole and busied myself tying large logs together.  I saw clouds talk to each other as they glided past my peering hole.  I later walked June to the tramp estate where she bought baby clothes.  I came back to unpack a box that had been brought to the house by some big black birds.  When I came to the end of the string I found my name on a small piece of paper – I scribbled it out and wrote another.

My Diary

I pulled out the tongue that had appeared from the long wall and took a swab; it was my early morning trip and I had to walk the plank.  Outside the castle there were dead snowmen scattered around – I thought of undeciphered hieroglyphs.  I had a little time with the old man sitting on the roof of the bus which had been brought down with a blow pipe.  I had a zoo in my top pocket and I accepted two slices of toasted cheese.  I came back with my hair alight.

My Diary

I heard giggling as I emerged from the pink chiffon tent.  June was hiding under giant cabbages; I pretended to be a giant herbivorous animal which discovered her hiding place by accident.   I pulled a bag over my head after giving her a felt tip and some crayons.  I was in my studio when the tip of the space rocket came through the ceiling – I thought of the human spirit, disregarded it and then thought of it again.  I pinned a map to June and she found me again.

My Diary

It was my hat house day so I spent my time dressed as a white rabbit.  I walked June to town with a number of carrots tucked away in secret pockets.  I caught an extra large one later instead of the bus – June came home riding a unicorn.  After bathing in a tub of low fat pasta I painted in the spiritual landscape and listened to ghost voices as the dark clouds ambled over head.  I shot an arrow in one of the cloud herd and pulled myself up.  I could see the stick people in the distance.