There's has been an emergency planning meeting called tonight (they are threatening to build 1,500 homes on Newbury Racecourse, so I won't be around all evening as I hoped to be.
Will try to post a few blocks of prompts before that. Here is one block.
The damp corners of evning
Kitten, bed, shit
She's wearing blue again
And the evening spread out under deep red, purple
It's to do with chemical reactions
Let us go and make a visit
Here is the female fat from a diet of
The town has curled up for night
Which leads me to this question
and the slow smokes slides along the street
National Murder Day
For I have known them all already
She talked out of the corner of her eyes
Then we'll begin
In dull lamplight things are crumpled where you were
And is it worth it, could it be worth it?
Someone is pissing my life, me, against a dirty wall
Cups and Saucers
They used to cut cheese with wire, just for my mother
After the books, the poems, the dried up glasses
I shall wear my sleeves rolled up, a hankie on my head
This is a small flood only
He who has keeps. He who has not envies.
This is what they mean to me, my friends
What does a violin do in its case?
We will go on drinking tea.