dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Steam Fair

mine's the yellow one in the middle between the blue one and the green one. can you see it.
the UN were in town. Kofi Annan was waxing his moustache in the back.
hairy bikers. roadkill pancakes for supper. think!
never eat anything looking right back at you.
engine sketcher. be handy if they moved out the way.
lydia: above her only sky.

the driver of the yellow bus up top, as if unhappy with the levels of attention rolling in a machine like that brings to oneself, decided to dress in smart black trousers and shoes, NO TOP, a black bowler hat and a necker-chief.

note: the necker-chief was a bandanna, worn like a napkin

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