Thursday, 26 April 2007

Thursday's Prompts

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring

I had been looking forward to divorce

One of my wishes is that those dark trees

I'll go to the garage for your fucking fags

I dwell in a lonely house, I know

The room sizzles in the morning sun

My sorrow, when she's here with me

They are French, so they know about eating

I left you in the morning

Absent fathers wait in parks

He vaults the barrier, runs

We make ourselves a place apart

drunken yobs in Ben Shermans kicking the shit out of each other

I never shagged a Hollywood siren

A penguin, a donkey, a piano

The mountain held the town as in a shadow

Once my grandfather ate a tree

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs

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