Enough Prompts to Build a City

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A broken shadow of a chimney. Thin grass
A free voice, filling mountains, valleys
All over the place like the shit of a mad person.
As the echoes and echoes grow, taunting, taunting
At eight o'clock it had been overcast, a faint drizzle washing the street.
Away from the five o'clock news of the town
Balsa cities like dreams, cantilevered by light
But what is all that to me?
For every moment of truth, an afterthought
For supper he ate the sleep from his eyes
From the canted barracks of the city of refuge
Heaven, away from the dustblown blood of cities
Here's you, after the fact, found by torchlight
Here's you, on the news, shirtless, minus a limb
herring gulls, white as the uniforms of tally clerks
I could tell he was hacked off.
I got the giggles then, I just couldn't help it.
I was out of the lounge when the first film started so I didn't see the title.
Jesus, everything is so bloody DIFFERENT
Jimmy Bright, green trousers, red top, his coat black and gold, his black eye-mask slipping, playing with his Duplo zoo
Listen to my voice. Listen, I have you.
Love means to learn to look at yourself
No matter how deep, how cold, it is not a cave.
of those at the table in a cafe
On a poppy seed is a tiny house
On a sea crueller than any word
On the day the world ends, a fisherman mends a glimmering net
Rocks were made to hurt feet
Serene and unimaginably naked
Seven paedophiles and one man dead.
She disappeared into her galley kitchen, clacked a kettle on and dug out the corkscrew.
She had rolled naked from her bed at twenty minutes to nine.
She leaned towards the analytical glass.
She rubbed her belly, shook her head and shifted her hips.
She was a little surprised that her tongue still worked.
She was also eleven and a half months pregnant
She was grinning like a sick dog.
She was round and brown, wide and brown, gorgeous and brown
So the evening wasn't going so well after all.
So, I thought, got it wrong again.
Softly he murmurs his incantations
Somewhere between an oversized Volkswagen Beetle and the Goodyear Balloon
The fishermen rowing homeward in the dusk
The future was a beautiful place, once
The video finished and Jack switched it off.
THEN she had risked looking in the mirror.
There was definitely white there, plus the faintest tinge of yellow
Time creeps over the patient who are too long patient
Tom started to laugh too, then, after a while, Jane joined in.
Under a candle's eye
Very few people understand absolute darkness
Video night last Monday
Walking around muttering Robbie Bloody Burns for God's sake!
What's this one?" I asked Tom.
Where smell rebel because what is smelt should also be
Worker, under the red trees sleeping, hear

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The future was a beautiful place, once
Here's you, after the fact, found by torchlight
Here's you, on the news, shirtless, minus a limb
Away from the five o'clock news of the town
For supper he ate the sleep from his eyes
Balsa cities like dreams, cantilevered by light
All over the place like the shit of a mad person.
For every moment of truth, an afterthought

Video night last Monday
I was out of the lounge when the first film started so I didn't see the title.
What's this one?" I asked Tom.
I could tell he was hacked off.
I got the giggles then, I just couldn't help it.
Tom started to laugh too, then, after a while, Jane joined in.
The video finished and Jack switched it off.
So the evening wasn't going so well after all.
So, I thought, got it wrong again.


Very few people understand absolute darkness
Where smell rebel because what is smelt should also be
As the echoes and echoes grow, taunting, taunting
Listen to my voice. Listen, I have you.
No matter how deep, how cold, it is not a cave.
At eight o'clock it had been overcast, a faint drizzle washing the street.
She had rolled naked from her bed at twenty minutes to nine.
THEN she had risked looking in the mirror.
She leaned towards the analytical glass.
She was a little surprised that her tongue still worked.
There was definitely white there, plus the faintest tinge of yellow


But what is all that to me?
A broken shadow of a chimney. Thin grass
of those at the table in a cafe
A free voice, filling mountains, valleys
On the day the world ends, a fisherman mends a glimmering net
Love means to learn to look at yourself
Rocks were made to hurt feet
On a poppy seed is a tiny house
Softly he murmurs his incantations

Time creeps over the patient who are too long patient
Heaven, away from the dustblown blood of cities
Worker, under the red trees sleeping, hear
The fishermen rowing homeward in the dusk
On a sea crueller than any word
Under a candle's eye
From the canted barracks of the city of refuge
herring gulls, white as the uniforms of tally clerks
Serene and unimaginably naked

She was round and brown, wide and brown, gorgeous and brown
She was also eleven and a half months pregnant
Somewhere between an oversized Volkswagen Beetle and the Goodyear Balloon
She rubbed her belly, shook her head and shifted her hips.
Walking around muttering Robbie Bloody Burns for God's sake!
Jesus, everything is so bloody DIFFERENT
She disappeared into her galley kitchen, clacked a kettle on and dug out the corkscrew.
She was grinning like a sick dog.
Seven paedophiles and one man dead.
Jimmy Bright, green trousers, red top, his coat black and gold, his black eye-mask slipping, playing with his Duplo zoo