PROMPTS
BUCKET
It was a hot, swollen summer night
CHASM
Down on the pier string of bulbs sagged and sighed
WELL
There were tinkles, wheezy organs, pings, bangs
LIGHT
What kind of people stand on bridges?
MIRROR
Dark haired, dark-eyed and deeply hurting
TOFFEE APPLES
She walked like a dancer, floating
August is cruel too
This town has spread like a growth in a dish
A pocket-knife, some string
To Mars, but not the other way
This is not about you, not about yo
If a sparrow flies in, if...
The teacher has written on the board.
When you leave, the air will close behind you
Tread softly, the man said. He was right
This room belonged to a man called Travers
Fruit is right only briefly. It gives pain or is rotten, too
It was a hot, swollen summer night
CHASM
Down on the pier string of bulbs sagged and sighed
WELL
There were tinkles, wheezy organs, pings, bangs
LIGHT
What kind of people stand on bridges?
MIRROR
Dark haired, dark-eyed and deeply hurting
TOFFEE APPLES
She walked like a dancer, floating
August is cruel too
This town has spread like a growth in a dish
A pocket-knife, some string
To Mars, but not the other way
This is not about you, not about yo
If a sparrow flies in, if...
The teacher has written on the board.
When you leave, the air will close behind you
Tread softly, the man said. He was right
This room belonged to a man called Travers
Fruit is right only briefly. It gives pain or is rotten, too
No comments:
Post a Comment