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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Hurray Dinner Time

Dinner She ‘I am afraid it’s only scraps today And toffee pudding dressed with cream I have been working and anyway last night I had an awful dream. It was when you sold me a pup. It made me wonder who you are.’ He ‘I only tried to chat you up And it was a super car.’ She ‘ My mother warned me.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

It is better to go for a bit of comfort

Comfort She said, "Think of the good times they were fine," I ran a metaphorical finger down her spine. And thought ungraciously 'Your ass is too fat. ' you see,' she said charmingly, 'You are a door mat.' I smiled and tried a rub with my thick skin. 'I know that I am guilty of that sin But with... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Cats

Catty. I would crawl across my barren life for this your breast an oasis. Your lips a kiss to moisten the arid thoughts beneath my aching heart. So that blooms would grow red against the green glow of the black cat's eyes. The cat that lies in the warmth of your arms. and charms without effort. Here... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I suppose I should feel more reverance

I suppose Perhaps I should feel more reverence for those who have departed. It is a quirk of nature that they still are so vivid, especially where I left each person and did not personally feel thwarted by my maker' The young are still as beautiful; the old carry on with tasks that are obsolete' The... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Book lover. I entered the shop before I could stop I asked for a book on the shelf It was quite high with a smile that was wry I said it is not for myself. Just for an instant the shop assistant looked in disbelief. But she slid like an adder up the stepladder I felt like a literary thief. As she... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Theory. You are leg tops below a buttoned unmarked neck top. Soft orange and lemon slices in milky slops. Berry smears and smoky sighs, peachy down, smoothed through dribbling juices and thighs that materialise netted. Clusters of snow fruit splitting. Down runs the daughter’s laughter. Hear the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 9, 2010

On the couch As a councillor said to me. ‘You don’t like to be praised do you?’ ‘Not really,’ I replied carefully. ‘I think it is more than I can chew’. I was trying to be completely honest but questions just became or seemed to be more invasive as though it was a test To prove or disprove my sanity... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sort it.

Sort it. I remember that night when we made our dream Planned how we wanted it to be so simple. How could I forget so easily? Memory needs to be revived occasionally. Especially as daylight is pretty black at times. And a few promises always seem to be hanging around a ragbag of sweet words I don’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Sweeter than dreams

Sweeter. Wayward expressions conjure no initiative for desire. The flower must open and the leaves conspire. So in shapeless shameless ready mixes of attitudes one finds nature clinging where stiff rules intrude. Although this must be untangled for no sweeter fruit can be preserved or be tasted from... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Educational purposes only Year 2099

Educational purposes only Year 2099 She Stop; don’t say anymore. He That’s easy I don’t know what you stopped me for. She Don’t say a word He I wasn’t going to I thought you really preferred me to pass by and pretend not to see you. She Typical of men frightened to bite off more than they can chew.... Sign in to see full entry.

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