Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Prompts for Ten PM

Dressed for death, and smiling

There is no greater crime than leaving

The Unit

Plastic Coffins, Perspex Windows

You've been a long time making up your mind

As the evening light congeals

I have learned about dying from looking at pictures


The Hostage Reunion


I wait in a dive on 52nd street

Pretend You Love

The smell of dead children


All I have is my voice


I am standing here inside my skin

Picking though debris

Fox, gravel, stink

We are now at peace

Hate them all, hate is good

Down to the seventh level

Night beasts in a winter field

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