Monday, 14 May 2007

18:34 Flash Prompts

I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road

The cop slumps alertly on his motorbike

I spit out stale gum

Wanda, when are you going to wear your hair down?

The dark circles of sleepless nights

Like the wind outside, roaring, pausing

Gentleman, which of these three vegetables most represents your sad wife?

After all day scrambling below the peaks

A plane turns on its elegant silver heel, dives

She stares at the number over the door

You do not do, you do not do

We lie on my mother's bed, smoking

I woke early, staring at a tree

Nothing would rest there, nothing would sleep

The sawmill foreman blows a whistle, saws stop

To dream of baboons, periwinkles, sky

Turning and turning

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