Friday, November 21, 2008

Prompts Friday for 21:30

My mistress asks for a bracelet

Bread Pudding, the top crisp and black

SPEAKERS

The moon was up, the lake was clear

Late August, and after heavy rain, the sun broke through

CHAIN

I remember playing musical chairs, and girls, Oh!

RED

Red sky at night, God is bored and showing off

I turn to ducks, I mean, really, ducks?

The call it the mother of the earth

Dreary midnight and I'm tired

Gently, pick him up, move him from the shadows

A fire in my head

This world is whacky, whacky, whacky

Jamaican philosophy. Am I a vegetable? I fink therefore I'm a yam

Red buses, throbbing black taxis, light overhead

Washing on the line, the smell of boiling clothes

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