August 5th 2014: a handful of plans

a handful of plans
soon descends into
a lunchbox full of post-it notes

26th July 2014: Yes

Yes

You like to tell the world

You like to tell the world that 

The world is wonderful

Giddy praise 

And 

Boastful ways

Here I am

And

Here I am

And 

Don't you wish

You could

Live my

Life

Here

I

Am

Having

Fun

So

Much

Fun

Don't 

You

Wish

You 

Were

Me

a poem, written by Glen Byford at 1.37am, 26th July 2014

22nd July 2014: future lost

a washing up bowl of murky water,
your numbered days are growing shorter,
senses dulled to the future lost,
for without change you'll pay the cost.

15th July 2014: connecting with nothingness

another half hour spent connecting with nothingness
vapid idling becomes the norm
as we socially destruct

too busy to live
and too connected to try
scrolling into an oblivion
where only our screens are illuminating

Time shifter, Still got the hat and the beard

,

40 years on

The hats got mouth holes in it and had the bobble cut off,

I've had bits cut out but not lost my marbles.