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!
I see Southern California beach or Long Island. I see Long Island: I just don’t think California girls would do this. For that, I feel some relief. For relief, I feel some estrangement—which puts me in a state where I hallucinate I can read Cyrillic script. Putin used to be hot. Most people live an entire lifetime never being hot. The Cold War froze its conflict and we’ve defrosted the core, thus my dad plans a trip to Leningrad so he can look at the Rembrandts. My dad makes warriors look lukewarm. His wife’s cat, Coffee, “follows the sun.”
ReplyDeletePlastic-head ladies from the Cyclades, hanging out at the tourist beach. One plays the dude, lewd and crude, and annoying as a parakeet’s screech. The other is chill; yeah, Jill likes to grill krill, and she bakes galette with peach. The plastic-headed dude, his name is Jude, and he promises he won’t leech. But he’s played games with the small-headed dames, so Jill has a lesson to teach. What Jude will conclude, as he vomits his food, is the galette was made with bleach. I wouldn’t worry, I wrote this in a hurry, and besides, my rhymes have no reach.
ReplyDeleteI love this and, even as the last sentence does work/add actual content besides apology, I think it may underestimate the poem.
ReplyDeleteI think the decision to do a quadruple rhyme on the same sound but in a prosepoem not a lineated piece makes for kickass delight.
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