I got out of bed the imaginary garden side (with luxurious perfume and layers of bird song) and then dressed as a mandrill – which is quite normal for a summer morning. Unfortunately I soon fell into the intestinal scaffolding which holds up the theatrical scenery. I scrambled about the nexus of pipes expecting any minute for the audience to erupt into uncontrolled laughter. When it didn’t I went to work in the church mouse mine.
I went to “Sky Lodge”, a holiday home for tired robots, with a handful of Nashville session musicians in my pocket – I heard a number of different songs simultaneously as I searched for my keys. It took me a little while to morph into a human vacuum cleaner while my young friends changed into mechanical canaries. I hoovered up the seed sown by passing celebrities as the sea climbed the highest mountain just for the fun of it.
A day spent entirely in the garden which I secretly pulled out of, an otherwise normal, sardine can. The sky was as high as a medieval hall as I pulled the tentacles of the kraken out of the sands of an Arabian desert. While tucking my favourite new world premonition into it’s amphibious bed I dreamed my wife had gone line dancing with a gang of marsupials in a floodlit aquarium.
A long day which I frittered away smearing mud on the faces of vanished warriors and listening to voices from my happier times which have always emanated from the carefully upturned flowers. I later tied myself to a twisted trunk and watched the sun girl play tennis with the moon dog – the star cat fell asleep on the armchair dreaming of it’s exam results.
I didn’t have to go out today so remained in the house modelled on one of the moons of Jupiter; it has round windows in the craters and the remains of ancient cosmological events playing around the radio aerials. Even though I was an old cuckoo in a forgotten clock I found time to fabricate a portrait of myself from fossilised twigs and an old pair of tights and rescue the puffball fairy from a vicious tool box ogre.
When I finally squeezed myself out of bed (like toothpaste) I was surprised to find it was shaped like a giant hand. I quickly checked to see if it was wearing a wedding ring. There followed a fairly typical morning with centipedes doing the washing up and caterpillars walking the dog. On the way to town I found a stray woolly rhinoceros and wasted a lot of time trying to find it’s owner. It is amazing how many cavemen live in my town.
I started the day in a good mood, as castles perched high in the clouds drifted by, but ended it locked in a brown study – I took a brown book off the brown shelf and pretended to read it. The day was split in two like an open book. After I came back from circling the rim of a silver spoon for three hours I climbed onto stilts and painted a picture of a pillar on a pillar.