My Diary: My Days Are Dark And My Nights Are Light

I got up early and donned my paving slab shoes before getting walked on all up the road.‭ ‬In a blinking eye reflection I caught myself catching a Seventies bus,‭ ‬my hair growing shoulder long in the process.‭ ‬I met a chess piece collection of people on a backgammon board and worked out some new moves before riding a petrol can to the countryside‭ ‬-‭ ‬I thought later like a fragment of space junk heading for a sticky fly trap.‭ ‬I met the old king old unmoved as always and drew lines on the ground as he danced to someone else’s tune.‭ ‬I came home for an appointment with a pair of hands and feet,‭ ‬getting stay at home work like a truant school boy.‭ ‬I recited my lines in the manner of an out of control freight train just after June came home from her last day at work.

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