My Diary: A Ship Sinking In A Bottle

I felt a bit down as I got out of the Juno Beach side of our Normandy landings bed.‭ ‬The dog was wearing a suit of armour and we went out for a joust before I walked to town with a shopping arcade on my back.‭ ‬I left it at the bottom of the High Street and came home with my shopping floating in the middle of my Tokamak haversack.‭ ‬I entered my studio with my head feeling like a slice of burnt toast and I had to scrape off several layers of dark thoughts before I could settle down to work.‭ ‬I painted a city of acoustic guitars with doors as the sound holes:‭ ‬it took me some time to tune the roofs‭ ‬-‭ ‬I could then play the music written by birds on the telephone lines‭ (‬it proved to be a lament‭)‬.‭ ‬I would have sung it to June when she came in if she hadn’t been holding a fragment of wing from a Junkers‭ ‬88.

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My Diary: Stuck On A Shelf With A Model Frankenstein Monster

I got up with a race track all the way down the front of my body‭; ‬I couldn’t see what was down my back but I did occasionally hear engine noises.‭ ‬The dog and I flew to a house of books‭ (‬mostly hardbacks although the shed was made of paper ones‭ ‬-‭ ‬mainly Mills and Boon‭); ‬as usual I didn’t have time to read the masonry,‭ ‬however I did sign a pebble and give it to a Leyton Orient football fan‭ ‬-‭ ‬I don’t know why as I don’t support the club.‭ ‬I spent much of the afternoon painting my legs with black and white squares as I danced on the top of an Ionic column.‭ ‬June came back from work but couldn’t find the chess pieces even though our neighbour had called his home a castle and was wearing a full Samurai uniform of the Kamakura period.

My Diary: Hallelujah In A Frying Pan

June and I were visited by caterpillar emissaries of the butterfly people with recently found sea shell smiles and recently purchased penguin socks.‭ ‬We talked of hideouts in multistorey gardening boots and then laughed out loud when a band of fish people swam by with paddles on their heads.‭ ‬On our way to a fairy tale castle we walked on a molten lava bridge and then along a crocodile teeth path before stopping for a meal in the cavernous eye socket of a very large skull‭ ‬-‭ ‬it was precariously balanced on the single hump of a stone camel and called us a sand storm.‭ ‬After a meal of moa eggs‭ (‬they make an especially large omelette‭) ‬the little ones enjoyed a space flight in an old shoe while the older ones stood and watched‭ ‬-‭ ‬I thought like saguaro cactuses remembering their lost loves.

My Diary: Trying Out A Four Wheeled Drive All Terrain Imagination

A trumpeter announced the early morning beside our sleeping bed until the mud covered man hiding in the wardrobe of my mind got out and shot him‭; ‬my eyes fluttered and the wardrobe rose like a Galapagos tortoise and ambled off towards the dolls house book shelves‭ ‬-‭ ‬coming to rest by volume one of Steam Engines Of The Northern Part Of The Southern Railway which I had compiled a few weeks earlier while in a traction engine trance.‭ ‬As a symbolic representation of the state of my life I clapped my hands moments before a heavyweight boxer came up the stairs en pointe‭; ‬June was flat on the floor in earnest conversation with a map of the British Isles in the late Nineteenth Century.‭ ‬She got up in the Pennines and got ready to go out with a South Downs smile on her North Downs face.

My Diary: Licking Memories Like Stamps

I got up very early,‭ ‬as usual unbuttoned in what was largely a necktie morning.‭ ‬I spoke to the bow tie milkman‭ (‬who moved so fast he was connected to the National Grid‭) ‬and the bus driver had a cravat so he could integrate properly with the rest of my story‭; ‬he dropped me off half way and I was then picked up by another bus driven by a cravat wearing a driver in,‭ ‬I thought,‭ ‬a rather foppish way.‭ ‬The old king was in his shepherd’s hut watching over memories instead of sheep‭; ‬several escaped just after I arrived but we soon caught them again.‭ ‬I stayed a little while watching the eyes in an artillery shell bust communicate with others by flashing in morse code‭ ‬-‭ ‬I could work out the letters but not the punctuation.‭ ‬I came home with a sow’s ear made from a silk purse.

My Diary: Seeing A Landscape Instead Of A Face In The Mirror

June got up on a different island to me although I could see her standing on the shore with her back to the tank traps built during the last war.‭ ‬My island had marble columns which she said later looked like decaying teeth and a small bust of Dionynus on top‭ (‬he was holding a bunch of grapes in the same way as I hold a glass of wine‭)‬.‭ ‬I pretended the cherry tree avenues‭ (‬now out in bloom‭) ‬were full of sharks as I counted the number of steps it took to reach a carton of milk.‭ ‬The man who sells park benches to vagrants came down the road as I went up‭ ‬-‭ ‬I smiled but didn’t speak.‭ ‬The trees reminded me of severed hands in gloves and a watery hand reached out from a grey cloud and tried to shake one,‭ ‬coming away with only silken fingers and a wedding ring with a skull and crossbones on it.

My Diary: Standing At The Mouth Of A River Which Had Dried Up Decades Ago

I had to go out,‭ ‬random words pencilled on my paper clothes‭ ‬-‭ ‬I had to be careful as the lady I met had a lighted candle on her desk‭ (‬in my calla lily head I saw her childhood self come up and blow it out‭)‬.‭ ‬I came home with the previously locked doors in my chest opened although,‭ ‬of course,‭ ‬a voice from inside complained about the draught.‭ ‬Once home I changed into my caveman work clothes conscious that my Frankenstein monster costume had dropped from its hanger‭ (‬I had ordered The Mummy but they had apparently run out of bandages‭)‬.‭ ‬I called my studio the second or third Olympus and populated it with classical ideas.‭ ‬When an apparition of Aphrodite opened her mouth I noticed she had no teeth‭ ‬-‭ ‬which reminds me:‭ ‬I have toothache and need to get a dental appointment.