NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 30

He lies with his head on New York

He is a giant

In a scale of 1:40000

He has learned something new today

Maybe from a book about the universe

A pop up book of nebula

As big as sky scrapers

He has learned how to be small again

He breathes the same air again

Notices things he never realised before

He takes up a comfortable room

His walls aren’t closing in

The cold outside is perfect

The smile of sunshine tracking up his lined wallpaper

Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.


NaPoWriMo: Day nineteen

There was a yellow room across the street from mine

The light was always on

At least whenever I looked

But I never saw anybody live there

So to me

That was the flat where every character from my imagination could live

The current residents include:

Five superheroes

Two murderers

Three beautiful women

One happy couple that look almost familiar

Four musicians

Six poets

A talking owl

A bear in love with the moon

A group of about eight foxes that go fishing with ghosts

The ghosts they go fishing with (who all look suspiciously like Bill Murray)

Thirty hummingbirds

A dragon who hordes typewriters

And a version of me capable of meeting such things.