Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Prompts 29 September

Pigeons gathering on wet slate

Love broke out

The train is empty. It doesn't want to leave


I am trying to remember, trying to believe it

After the Coma

Unrelationshiply making love

He asked them, "Play the Birdie Song"

It's like a wound that opens and then opens

From Thursday to Friday

Wondering about small American towns, dusty roads


Long, slow railway stations, the darknesses

He wakes crying

It will be something to talk about at least

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