sponge on his chair was dribbling.
does anyone have a rug, said block of wood, or a tissue?
loo roll, said breadroll.
that’ll do, said block of wood.
they paused. scenery: room. (memorise details of room during pause).
i would like to be sat on, said sponge.
the Book of Sponge and Others.
annabloom.
sit on my face
- kindness of strangers
- some lives are worse than others but the stories are all the same
- anything is good for something in the end
- we don’t like days and are at odds with nights
- inflate or deflate or put on another show
- egg and a query
- come to mention it a melody sounds like the other
- a legend is born
- somewhere would be something else now
- the trail of art

29 September, 2004




