Childish Suppositions

Sheila, she always ran a tight ship. Time was always seemingly plentiful but never enough even when it poured forth in wind-swept torrents, especially for her one would imagine, just so she could squeeze in that extra bit that didn’t need to get done until the day after, but would make for a fabulous [...]

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Tailgate

I never meant to follow so closely.
It was never my aim to ever emulate,
much less allow myself to be in the vicinity of
implicating actions.
But there was the unquestionable allure
that I couldn’t deny or resist
so I stole glances when I could afford the charade
and I made, subconsciously, mental notes
while I watched out of the corner of [...]

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Naive metaphor

The naive metaphor
falls and crashes
insufficient
in acquisition of
imagination
when rueful children
arise from debris

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