Tuesday, 14 April 2009



Anti-clockwise
Birthdays
Bleached, free of hands
Who buckled her front teeth
This time last year?
This time last year was
Aggressive, charming and monied
Laughter was a sedative
Happiness, a skit
A bland bouquet
Ascended like the sick verminous lark and
With altitude, the flowers bloomed
Then yawned and fell
Into commitment

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