Wednesday, 2 May 2007

18:00 Prompts

He wonders at his brother's skull

Bloody Men!

Sharp knuckles shine that way, my friends

A wooden way, regardless

Earth flows away

This is the hour of dying men, and snow

I have nothing except my body

Letters, Lettuce

I don't want you, don't tempt me

My life closed twice

Tired plough boys lay their head


Her dress, and flames

The Road, Less

The most beautiful bodies are like transparent glass

Top Man

The sound of a horn not heard

Secure Male Services

The child rushing down a staircase


She lightly wipes away two tears

Before Eliot

They sang on the dunes, Maria, Maria

Orbit, Orbit

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