A nerdy sports coat in herringbone tweed, wearing jeans and desert boots.
I heard him say to no-one, “intelligence neurones versus free will.”
A shivering dolly bird with mile-high legs below a six-inch skirt,
busy fingers twinkling, texting adoring sweet nothings to her love.
A young couple standing close, she a sultry-eyed beauty, he a fool
for ignoring her studiously, glued fatuously to his cell phone.
Checks and stripes and leopard print to match the dolled-up baby buggy.
Small girl in pink, with black tights and Doc Martens – why must they all wear pink?
Muttering murmurings from behind, drowned by raucous drunken laughter.
“About now the white lady begins to separate in the middle” –
that nerdy chap is at it again and I wonder what he is on;
I haven’t the foggiest idea what that could possibly mean.
Rather late for http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/2012/02/26/reverie-eight-a-cast-of-thousands/ and I haven’t truly obeyed the prompt of a “cast of thousands”. It is written in the form of an American sentence for
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2012/03/06/march-desert/ – 6 sentences on a single theme, each line having 17 syllables (ie a complete haiku!) I think I must have been tired as well as cold, as this has come out rather sour!