Tag: architecture

It rained two hundred and eighty-seven days of the year
Her mind runs free
He has turned minutes into hours, and hours into days
Connect what you’ve noticed. Connect it into a picture
The curtains were drawn across the windows in all the rooms
Nothing had ever been weird around here before
The roof would never keep rain out, but it shrugged off the snow
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
But to express cogitations is not to perform them
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
I unpacked my bag and found a dead cockroach
She would devote her life to these creatures
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
He remembered what being alone was like
The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side
It was hiding under a fallen branch like a scared animal
The pair undressed quickly and silently
There was juice and decent coffee
They had been quarrelling for as long as they had been in love
An agonized cry and some animal howling
Are you looking at my knees?
No, I’m way above that
We could help one another through it
In her dream, her husband had written her a love letter
Buy a bigger boat
There used to be a big coconut grove here
A woman is standing behind him
A night train from Birmingham blows through
Now he is thinking of shaving his beard off
… a thumping good yarn behind each stellar formation
On the horizon was a ship
Her voice was very quiet
It never listens to me
So quick bright things come to confusion
He spooned up his soup by candlelight
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind
But the trick has its limits
I should explain about the tents
He had large hands
No one notices, but it is exactly right
I said silent, silent rage
The waitress sighed
Everybody knows that
And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes
I couldn’t think of what to say
An old dog lay on the rug
By noon, he was gone
And he stood in the blast
His name was Seymour