So, today I figured I'd leave you with a (not so perfect) poem inspired by another Moleskine writing prompt. Prompt #20: Write a poem including these phrases: "empty soda cans," "aging rock stars," and "crusts of bread." (I modified "crusts of bread" to be "crumbs") Here's the final-ish product.
Inside damp pockets: crumbs, nickle, string.
It is 2 a.m. Home is away, lost.
It is the rain, the alley, the music, the wandering
Together, mixing into the grey--unknown. It is a dream
Aging rock stars, boys now male, pass through
Wetness, darkness, leaving blinking neon and
Glass rings--empty. Blackness mixes with
Wet, a cracked mirror of promise.
Grey-silver, they reflect the asphalt water--open and soiled--
Empty soda cans left beside swollen cigarettes. Rain
Drips silently in the shadows. It is all a