Metaphor (met’-a-phor): A comparison made by referring to one thing as another.
Where have all the roister doisters gone? I don’t know, I’m only a fly—a buzzing purveyor of irritating sound in speech that fails to deliver and does not bear coherence to the world outside my head.
I am a wildfire burning across borders—not respecting truth or national origins, transgressing, smoking across boundaries, a haze-making foible of unrestrained roiling posturing, a particle- laced puff of unrequited longing—longing to dissipate in the winds of sociability.
I am a hangnail swinging over the abyss, waiting to slough off and fall into the infinite hollow, the endless opening into meaningless free-fall, borne by angst, propelled by the gravity of endless semiosis, never knowing, only going down, down, down looking for a printed page or a conversation partner.
I am an umbrella blocking the rains of misfortune on bad days, shading the sunshine of your affection on others. I am a “bummershoot” aiming my pointed spine at innocent voices, stilling their awkward speech, teaching them how shut up after being slashed by my sharpened words. They cry in the shadows—they are poisoned babies angry in learning, grateful for the bummershoot’s rending of their tiny hearts with the critical slicing and the dicing of pestering hope.
I am a filled donut— powdered by the sugar of my love, tender as raw dough, filled with life’s flavored jelly sloshing in the cavities of my hope. I am not nourishing, but I am really good—my sweetness mollifies my empty calories and will make you want more. Take a bite and enjoy my delectable, yet unwholesome, presence.
I am a joke.
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