Monday, 10 September 2007

Monday Prompts 7:16

When I stepped, at the hour of sunrise, out of doors

Why such harsh machinery?

It is l'heure bleu

Vanity keeps prodding us to lift ourselves skywards

I managed to mend the lawn-mower

Give me the lover who yanks open the door


Nothing teaches me not to miss my mother


The whole thing disgusts me. Fuck it.

In my opinion, which is very old-fashioned


You think of looks always in relation to sex

Chin up, duck! There are always people worse off


Tell me just how fucking good I look

A kind of brown. Sad.


But I was joyless, uncosy, the stern daughter

From the window I saw horses


Now there is nothing to think about except Vietnam

Because one feels, sees, and must speak


Please find enclose one registration certificate

I caught an amazing fish

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