“PROZAC GIRL” 31 may 95

pale fingers suck
a cigarette
the curl of a smile
in sunlight

kissing a Prozac Girls breasts
taste the same as anyone else
painted toes on naked skin
and a fractured sense of self

reality looks so bizarre
holding a hand
in a beat up car
in an undiscovered land

eyes closed
breathing sleep
so beautiful
dreaming deep

bottled sunshine
a new world

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postscript:

I’m not convinced by this. Looking at this, seven years after the event, convinces me that some work should be given a very healthy and long period sitting in a drawer before the decision to publish. In retrospect, I would not now want this to be in the public domain. But it is, and I see no benefit in trying to rewrite history at this late stage. I’ve significantly rewritten it. You can polish a turd but you can’t turn it into gold.

Mark

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