Day
17 of NaPoWriMo, and today's prompt is a
nocturne, a poem to be read
at night. To get the full effect, come back to my blog after sundown.
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E-tickets and ripped jeans
Mirror
selfies and free parking
Manchester
after dusk.
The
city changes, colder still,
But
the events of the night
fuel
the city's economy,
and
this blog.
To
come: a post about a fading singer,
her
hits conjuring images of being 22
Bar
work and the dole my occupation then.
But
great music.
A
rapper also,
Tattooed
like a walking 'hood tapestry
possibly
flash-in-the-pan,
after
so many sleeps, we'll find out.
Last
night- Bank holiday madness
arrests,
fights, a woman sobbing in handcuffs,
a
stupid way to end a weekend.
But
hey, Printworks. What do you
expect.
Trade
in your in for out-
don't
sleep when you could
party.
Come
out Friday to see Big Narstie,
Rapper,
in The Milton Club.
Starting
in Sakana.
Early
night Saturday, soaking up sleep
More
poetry Sunday at Writers Connect
or fiction, art on the walls and
words
in our heads. Get your feedback here.
Flex
your cerebral cortex.
For
now, though, repair yourself
with
REM, prepare yourself,
Make
melatonin and avoid this screen.
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