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 cheer for myself for not being him—seated on such a crag would scare my crap. But enough of that, let’s celebrate the valley; let’s let speculative geology do its do and we walk down what has years ago become an alleyway, one of not many, mortices what used to be a city and now all anyone does here depends on how soon their departure has scheduled itself. Would you please help me negotiate these cobbles? I wonder, if I ask nicely, will he help me perfect my hobble—my wobble after its fall, like leaves, into insensitive parody.
ReplyDeleteSettled on an igneous intrusion, man-bun bro gazes over the vale—relaxed and demure, he’s only half sure that he won’t be swept away by a gale. Yeah, this one is true-pantone, a vermillion-blooded boy—the kind of tan, asana-brained cad who wants to lure you deep into his bubble-gum ploy. You pay nine, and he’ll slap you trine. You see, he’s been plotting in the hostel dens, smoking hookah with hippy chicks and bragging about his benz. Follow him back, and he’ll dance until dawn deep down in swish town—you’ll be the adjective, and he’ll be the noun.
ReplyDeleteI love that you're continuing to experiment with prosepoem as rhyming For the moment, I think rhyming on a single sound worked better; but yah, so much love for these experiments in sound.
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