Memory Lane

This story (the prequel to Babylon Dutch, for those who have read it and a newer version than than that seen by two people here on lj) has its tongue firmly in its cheek...
( here it be )

Writer's Block: From A to Z

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Abracadabra!
Blind pretty much
Cigarettes
Definitely
Ex Dancer
Flirt
Generally
Hummus
Invariably
Joking
Kumbaya my house next week and have a cup of tea!
( listycuffs )

Sliding

shiver and slip my fingers summon up the nerve and sinew
blood muscle breathing oxygen in the slipstream sliding 
silver steel - they call it steel
sat down some place and waiting for the chords to come 
it's easier they say if you
steal - heavy pockets filled with shadows and
steel finger shining glass and metal strings - the wooden arm extended 
wrapped like wire round the bloody heart I wear upon my sleeve 
emotions –everything, they say, is just learning to play
each simple tune as the whirling notes dance, glide and swim
these silver flying fish that leap from clumsy fingers
i will catch these flying fish
one day
sat down some place and waiting.

david sylvian - world citizen