Hello . . . this is Joe. Welcome to A Daily Drabble. Please add 100 words of prose or poetry as a comment on any date you want and in any order you want. Please reply on the drabbles you like. I'll moderate the comments at night, and they'll appear the next day. This is for everyone!
The man looks like a dude—no, a bro. He looks like he’s not thinking, but nonetheless embodies—“I rock out with my cock out.” The rock itself looks like the open mouth of a lizard. Where are its eyes? It’s a rock not a lizard so it has no eyes. As for teeth—yah, they’ve all been pulled so the kiddos don’t get bit. We feed him with a tube. We call him Mortimer but rumor has it his mom christened him Randolph. At any rate, Morty has a crush on Calvin—retired herpetologist, longtime volunteer. Maybe it’s Tuesday.
ReplyDelete"I rock out with my cock out" is such a J. Coley phrase. It makes me wonder what he's up to during the viral apocalypse.
DeleteThe apricot moon is so close, it seems I could run and jump and perhaps reach it. But I stay focused on my task. My feet ache from the trek across the baked plains, and the diffraction meter in my pocket is vibrating. I only have ten hours until the bend closes, and I’m stuck here.
ReplyDeleteI make haste, and the Geo-oracle of Bullersten grows larger with my approach. Finally, I arrive at the glacial erratic. I knock thrice on its pitted surface.
It creaks open, and a golden glow blinds me.
“What is your question?” a sleepy voice rumbles.
"Finally, I arrive at the glacial erratic"--I dig this: "erratic" and "glacial" aren't words I expect to adjoin the each.
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