WHAT Time?

Woke twice in the night. Drank little in the evening yet felt seriously hungover and very rough. Third time I woke (04:04) i thought stuff this and got up, cleaned my teeth, shaved, came downstairs to write. It's 04:53 and I've walked the echoing empty corridors of Boot Camp, made seven fortunes from Nigerian benefactors, ate two pieces of toast, drunk a cup of coffee, flicked through half-a-dozen ancient poetry books (Penguin Modern Poets), created an alphabetical list of prompts for BC (and you dear reader.) In five minutes it will be 05:00 and I've run out of excuses. I have to write.

A breakfast egg and Otis Redding
A particularly hard stool evacuated from an aeroplane
At gravesides priest will say, "I don't give a fuck."
Bad dreams of old cars
Cream Crackers
Dermatitis
Everytime
Fish and chips on winter nights
Gathering
Girls in bikinis, moonbathing
How she sews.
I have, here, in my pocket…
I want to paint murdered kings
I was born in the village of Much Bickering
If I was ever faithful
It's not true, there ARE intelligent women
Jeffrey Archer, Poet Laureate
Jelly-babies
Kill the thing
Loose
Moths and Lamps
My father planting potatoes
Negro postmen, money, dreams
Old poetry books turn brown and make me remember sadnesses
On a tour of public lavatories
Pick yer Paris Tunnel
Please don't put out the light
Quickly, Press
Refuse
Schoolgirls waiting at a crossing
Since there is no help, let us kiss and part
The dead will quietly bury the living
The first daffodils of autumn appear
There it is, word for word
This line of thinking brought me back to his letter
Tiger!
Tonight at noon
Truth limits man
Untamed Danish Pastries
Virgin
We are waiting for the end of eternity when this guy turns up shouting
When the leaves fall upwards to the trees
When the room is emptied, heat remains
When vegetables retreat
X marks the blemish
Yesterday I believed
Zoo


Alex