A friend, Malcolm, gave me permission to publish his two binary poems:

Positive Binary Poem

One nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

Negative Binary Poem

Love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

Sunday afternoon

its finished
  okay. let me see
here
  will i like it?
i don’t know. Its a reflection on modern life
  right

  That’s horrible
You didn’t like it?
  no. you write gruesome things.
But its got Noel Edmonds in it!
  Yuck.

Saturday night

She looks across the room
the light from the television harsh on her skin
and sees the child in the corner

“Don’t you think we should bury it?”
she asks at no-one

Noel Edmonds pulls a lever and
an overly excitable man in a bad jumper
is drowned in a phlegm of green gunge

“Its been there for weeks now”

The credits scroll up the tv screen, a
eulogy to common sense waved off by
the cast of the programme

“I don’t like having it here”

But there’s no response
again
from the man next to her
just the occasional swish from the can
as he brings the lager to his lips
and a sigh
at the start of the next gameshow

I have come to the realisation that time is not linear, and that all points in existence pass simultaneously through all points in the universe. As a result of this, it is my birthday. Every day.

Today in 1942, Tammy Wynette was born.

My new copy of Doctorin’ the Tardis arrived.

Yay.

Listened to 1987 (with ABBA lyrics) at the weekend, for the first time in an age. It rocks. In a mad way.

For those who are interested, this is a good place.