'Repetition.'

Why are you here?

I see, 
Take a seat.
Not even
'It won't be long'.


Coming Up for Air.


The fluoro lighting
Only an office has, 
Stretches the floor
To the unmown nature strips
Of an outside
That could now be gone.


How long have I been sitting here?


An 'Oi Russell...'
'Oi Russell come sit here.'


They know each other's names
In this family of sorts.


I wonder if my name is obvious
As I sit there
Quietly
And shy back into my book.

Wish Me Luck

a fresh spiderweb

billowing

like a spinnaker

across the open window

and here he is

the little master

sailing by

on a thread of milk

wish me luck

admiral

I haven't finished anything

in a long time.

            - Leonard Cohen

Algorithm.

I open the book I gave you
Out of my own interest, 
And it's Euclid's algorithm
That you have marked.
The last page you turned
Is the one I want to read.


I close the book.

Ailsa Craig.

And my absence this morning...

Just put it down

To sleeping off an existential crisis.

Drowning myself in lavender

I was composed to leave the house,

But there were still so many unanswered questions -

My entertainment for the evening.

Life drawings (technicolour special).

 

Springtime filing cabinet.