16 November 2012 - Dear Dairy # 16

Dear dairy,

letter on way to Danny today. For anyone who picks up this journal and doesn't know who Danny is, he is someone I send letters to.

Observation to self: watch out for all those who think they are some kind of elite - they are a goose-step away from building concentration camps for the rest of us.

On writing a poem:

Just a pop
Not much cop
Sort of scribbled it out
while sitting in a car park
torn by doubt the other night
One of those times
you just can't fight it
All you can do
is sit there and write it
like it's coming from your pores
and staining the paper
Then someone likes it
It gets cherry-picked
and two months later
you're lucky
if you recognise it's yours

Weird!