The man in the Northeastern sweatshirt lengthened his stride and twisted the volume wheel on the side of his Walkman as loud as it would go. He was not any old middle-aged speedwalker. he had once been a politician, and almost a lion tamer, back in his prime. He could quote all of Shakespeare's King Lear backwards from memory. He was young. He was cool. He was hip. His unshod feet pounded the pavement to the beat of Kid Cudi.
He did not notice as the children laughed and pointed at his sparkly pajamas.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
ok. so i'm doing this thing that Nicole proposed called DrabDayMoMay. this stands for "A Drabble a Day for the Month of May." i'd be surprised if you hadn't heard her talking about it. anyway. i'm hoping to carry on a theme for the whole month, so i'm posting my drabbles on my own blog so that it's more cohesive, instead of here, where everyone else is posting: http://drabdaymomay.blogspot.com
here goes!
here goes!
Monday, May 2, 2011
the man with the sparkly pajamas - a drabble of 100 words
The man with the sparkly pajamas tiptoed to the deli counter. The plush parrot sat contentedly on his head and his ankles jingled with bracelets made from soda tabs.
"A pair of oxfords please," he said, "men's size 10."
"Beg pardon?" The young woman behind the counter shoved the ham sandwich in her left hand into a brown paper bag and thrust it sharply at a customer. "This here's no cobbler shop."
Frowning, the man shuffled his feet.
"But oxfords and sandwiches go together," he whispered, in the most melancholy tone you can imagine. "Like hippos and Skittles, you know."
"A pair of oxfords please," he said, "men's size 10."
"Beg pardon?" The young woman behind the counter shoved the ham sandwich in her left hand into a brown paper bag and thrust it sharply at a customer. "This here's no cobbler shop."
Frowning, the man shuffled his feet.
"But oxfords and sandwiches go together," he whispered, in the most melancholy tone you can imagine. "Like hippos and Skittles, you know."
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
the surface project (53)
What are you supposed to be doing right now?
dear sickness,
you are not my friend.
and even if you were,
i would not invite you to stay
for three weeks at a time
every. other. day
in the middle of what is supposed to be
track season.
go away sickness.
i hate you.
dear sickness,
you are not my friend.
and even if you were,
i would not invite you to stay
for three weeks at a time
every. other. day
in the middle of what is supposed to be
track season.
go away sickness.
i hate you.
the surface project (63)
Do you believe there's good in everybody?
i don't want to talk to you about religion
because no matter what you say
you're right
i've got so much faith in the soul of mankind
that the grace of a god can get lost
in translation
don't lose sight of who you are, you know?
we're the last things we have to hold on to
by now
i don't want to talk to you about religion
because no matter what you say
you're right
i've got so much faith in the soul of mankind
that the grace of a god can get lost
in translation
don't lose sight of who you are, you know?
we're the last things we have to hold on to
by now
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
this paper's full of made-up soul
if i'm feeling for real
and i'm living it out
and i'm loving the way
that i'm living it out
who needs all the ways
that i'm living it out
on the paper
that's not even living?
and i'm living it out
and i'm loving the way
that i'm living it out
who needs all the ways
that i'm living it out
on the paper
that's not even living?
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