Prosaic License

Monday, August 5, 2013

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Nine

1: lacking strength: as
: deficient in physical vigor : feeble, debilitated
: not able to sustain or exert much weight, pressure, or strain
: not able to resist external force or withstand attack
: easily upset or nauseated <a weak stomach>
2a : mentally or intellectually deficient
: not firmly decided :vacillating
: resulting from or indicating lack of judgment or discernment
: not able to withstand temptation or persuasion <the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak>
3: not factually grounded or logically presented <a weak argument>

“Hey, so should I go for something that tastes rich or something that’ll keep me awake all night?”

“Can’t you get one that’s both? I think I’ll go with the generic one – much cheaper.”

“Okay, I think I’ll get this one.”

“Which one’s that?”

“Awake-all-night coffee. Obviously. It looks like it’s pretty easy to make too.”

“Looks weak to me.”

“Huh?”

“The coffee beans are not, factually, grounded. And since you’ve been overworked recently, need sleep, and are only buying that to be able to stay up and watch TV, your choice of coffee beans was presented to me without the application of logic. Your illogically presented coffee beans that are not factually grounded are, therefore, weak.”

“Oh Lord, you’re working on a Trifecta post again, aren’t you? Also, it’s ground. Coffee beans are ground, not grounded.”

“Pfft. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. And so what if I am?”

“No, levi-oh-sa, levio-sah. Especially given that you think language is your forte.”

“Bah, humbug.”

“Hmm, is that an admission of defeat I hear?”

“No. I’m just trying to remember what else was on the shopping list. Which you forgot at home.”

“Mhm. Sure.”

“What? I am!”

“Weak argument, Bro. Real weak.”

“…”

Breathtakingly Alive

Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain

June 15, 2013

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

 

I’m sitting at my dining table,

And I think I forgot to close the window

Because the curtains are flying

And there is water

Everywhere.

Monsoon wind swirls and gusts are life-giving,

Invigorating, in the face of summer heat.

I’m curled up with Harry Potter again –

I’m sorry if it looks like I’m ignoring you

But I’m not really here anymore;

I really didn’t hear you.

My stomach interrupts me though,

So I blast my DVD player all the way

With a mix CD from two years ago

Signed by a friend,

And sing like no one ever has before

Because no one ever has.

And I get my poncho, chocolate,

Sunflower seeds and soup

Because tea is hard to get just right

And sweaters and coffee are too cliché.

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