enforcements abound with a nod of the head and a click
continues to signal impending warmth. an accumulation. friction
of two coins stuck to sweaty fingers as the blast begins to tunnel

outbound. the stampede slows down to a rush-hour
ooze or stumble-melt or lead-poisoned slither or drag by the hair or
crawl, leaving in its wake all the more holes for the kids to

dig, if only they’d do something useful with their time. use may be
too ambitious, little, commonplace. love in a mercury-laden room is
overrated, but for crying out loud, where’s our other yardstick?

inflate it, don’t measure it. the de-lighting of your construction site
shadows our wilting inflatables into small hankies, but even the smallest hanky
will yield more viscous results than other forms of rampage, cleaving

ravage or the changed terms of engagement, such that veterans
and veterinarians gather together in the same book. stray documents
hit with anything other than shrapnel are no longer eligible or beneficial

agents of rewritten history. prior to the release of destabilizing financial
prostheses there’s a strange smell we recognize only later as diagnostic, time
time-bombs into the mouths of many homeowners, a new lease

catapults the old lease into position where it is promptly abandoned. except
that abandoned projects are always ending up the in the hands of unintended.
we never really had it in the first place. no money down is still no money.