My city

Skyscrapers, their feet Set in concrete, Watch over the smoggy city street. The needles of factory chimneys Spin fluffy cotton clouds Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds To spread on the city street. Only the gaudy glow Of neon-lit store fronts Pierces the murky smog…

(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “heart (no metaphors)”

AMI 2,775,398,465 2,775,398,466 2,775,398,467 2,775,398,468 2,775,398,469 it was on the two billion seventy hundred and seventy five million three hundred and ninety eight thousand four hundred and sixty ninth beat that the final piece of fatty material (possibly from yesterday’s cheeseburger & chips or the…