forgotten one

...Oh forgotten one,
all alone
and stained by sun.

look what all
this dust has done.

I'll save you now
and all is

undone.

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22/04/2014

It rained today.
it's wet.

oh no!

Still on your chain
wet and shiny.

your starting to look a little more grimy.

A few grey scuffs have grown upon you.

I thought the ants would be gone
hiding from the rain.

But instead
I look and see.

the moist white mints
are like mushy foam.

and its
drawn the ants to them
like home.

They are gathered around
in little -nice clusters.

strange it seems,
they have formed an orderly queue.

as they
chew-chew-chew.

I stand on my tiptoes
to get a better view.

( I think there's a slug)

-Fuck-
I realise

I've started a colony.

Bit by bit
they will devour you.

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21/04/2014

It's slightly cooler now
and its damp.

You've been rained on,
for the first time ( I think).
But its doesn't show.

There's still a few ants-
guzzling-
the sweet white stuff.

And still...
the birds have spared you.

20/04/2014

Different today
much different.

Your not damaged.

The sun is shining
the leaves are green.

And there are more ants,
that are very keen.

Nibbling at the mints
- which is strange
as I seem to remember them being sugar free?

Their ingenuity
amazing.

Climbing all the way up there
to get their sugar fix.

Not to mention them finding the mint.

How'd they know it was up there?

I look at the house
hoping

it won't lead to some kind of infestation
something.
my parents wouldn't appreciate.

And also wondering
how the hell
you haven't got bird shit on you.

Your not just in a tree.

Your right next to the bird table.

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19/04/2014

Well done.
You made it through the night.

I don't think its rained yet.

So you're pretty much protected.

still covered.

There's an extra scrape on you
( I think).

And a fleck of dirt.

The little red love-hearts
seem a little blurry-
on their white plinth- mints.

But I'm not sure-
 if its my eyes playing tricks on me.

And when I look
There's a tiny ant crawling up your-
chain.

What did he want ?

maybe I'll see you tomorrow.

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18/04/2014

When I first made you
it was with care.

Love even.

you were something new
exciting.

An experiment.

And I kept you because
I loved you.

I stored you
protected you.

But now its not because I hate you

Its not because I don't want you.

it because I need to breathe.

need the space

need to be free and not smothered.

So I am going to hang you
outside.

exposed.
un-protected.

and see
 day-by-day.

what happens
when  I don't protect you.

Here it is
Here you are.

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space glass mix-up

isn't it great when you leave your artwork on the table, your Mother thinks its washing up, washes it, and puts it in the cupboard with the rest of the glasses:

Can you tell which one it is ? 

Double-Drop-Ooooops

I went to place you

on your perch-like shelf

but  I couldn't help it.

I dropped you.

smashed you again

and now you're in even smaller pieces.

You'll stay near the floorboard

 hunched up, in pieces.

Because there's just no way. 

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Apology To The Broken Red Glass

I never meant to break you.
It was an accident
I elbowed you

Off the edge.

My favourite  colour-

with a flake of silver.

you went together like

jam and bread.

and now my eyes well up.
because I have tried to fix the pieces back together.

but they wont fit.

You are in-fixable
and its not the same.

And you know it.

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