Sunday, 5 August 2007

Sunday's prompts

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff

An apple fell

The sun rose thinly from the sea and the old man could see other boats

I waited for the duty sister

He looked down into the water and saw tiny fish

Night Sweats

Pretending to work, I retire to my office

Today will have three parts

It is not what they built. It's what they knocked down.

The days come too early, they move slow

That's why I went and kicked the bucket

Even your name is ugly

I look up at a strip of grey autmn sky

We fuck them up. In return they kill us.

The business of floating

Motorised Mirrors

Ring of Barbed Wire

Moth Balls

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