20th May 2009-05-20
At the violet hour, when the eyes turn upwards
The Nine Fridays
We live lives our parents did not know
Once there was marsh here, men came in fear
She has fire that flashes in her eyes
Nobody steps in the same river twice, it changes
Or Bambi
It is not what we have built, it is what we knocked down to build
Ibuprofen
After lunch you said you wanted to pick flowers
Oh indeed my wife is handsome
I make the tea. I am quiet
Father Maloney’s glass eye
There is a boat on the river
The smell of meat on the air
They are selling the usual stuff
I live in you
A lost tribe is singing
Burnt-out buses
The zombie I met in Tesco
Circle into square and into circle
For days now I have been under house arrest
Pack
None of the substitutes work, but they are cheaper
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