Anticipation is half the pleasure

There is a poem for today.

I have it here in front of me on a piece of paper. The trouble is that the only way I can think of to post it is to use Paintshop to create it and then import it as an image which you will be able to enlarge and examine at your leisure. This is because it is what is called a "concrete" poem and the physical layout of the words on the page is as important as the words themselves.

It is a poem inspired by that Art Exhibition at the Hayward and called, perhaps unsurprisingly, "Walking In My Mind. It takes the form of a map of a house with a verse representing each room and each room representing an element or aspect of my life.

In other words it's pretentious twaddle. But it's my pretentious twaddle and you will have to wait a couple of days until I manage to get it into a displayable format.
Bet you are already anticipating the pleasure.