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Townscapes 10

Monday, 1 December 2008 12:46:02

This is my first very rough attempt at just getting words and thoughts onto the page in that new and much more prescriptive form:

Though all the customers are sober now
The Desperado beers are drunk and on
The tables crimson candles ---- shone
Illuminating a neat pile of logs
Sombreros securely nailed to the walls
Above the hatless waitresses in red and black
Guitars glued up above remain unstrummed
And loud music from loudspeakers dominates
Our thoughts ----------
Enchiladas -------------
Outside the cold November night is wet
But here is hot Mexico ... we can forget

The structure is there, which makes me feel both comfortable and restrained. Thats what a specific form does, of course!

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