Okay, this was fun. Joseph’s Recursion was all twisty, twiddly free-write, sound association, join-the-dots; and I covered about three pages with words and lines and arrows like the Sheriff in Alice’s Restaurant; invented my own rhyming slang; mused a while about the pathos of invented language nerds with no tribes; found a place more sorrowful than any cemetery; and added the NaPoWriMo film noir prompt.
You do understand that none of this was intentional. It’s just what happened. Anyway.
“bars and cars” is the city (because it’s not film noir without so-fish-ta-cay-shun. hic)
bars and cars
It was night
in the bars and cars
but bright in the wash
for the shift workers, dregs and stars
coining their underwear’s gush and swash.
A pack-mulish grannie,
her snot herd of whiny and flushed;
a frisk and her handy,
a jolly old slobber and lush
watched the seaweed gingerly sway
beyond the port holes, sucked toes, played
destruction on pocket phones
without an inkling that the plot so far
has it’s hand on the door.
Oh, and if you’re curious
frisk, flushed, mulish, bright, inkling, gingerly, seaweed, old, jolly, dregs, swash, gush
(remember? there was that sound element in the word mapping)