June Blast 019
Jun 05 14:53
We have lived like this for years, unthinking
Specials Day
Eight Weeks Notice
Why the tree aches for sun
A man planning mayhem in the name of his God
I may be off-line for a while
Dragon Cuff-Links
The drapes are pulled across, the toilets smell
You can quote Hitchens all day
There are four hundred days left
When I die you may all agree about my character
Lottery
A man in a distant room tidying his desk
Days go by: weeks. I let them gather dust
Send me roses, and when I die send thorns to priests
It was summer and I was so happy
Perception comes late; to a few
In an instant my house is cold and resentful
Shall I tell you how I spend my time?
There are Egyptians on the beach
And Greeks and Turks in the restaurants
My eyes are shaking
If I keep moving the painter will not finish
You remind me of someone's child
WIRES
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