Otherwise whole sentences
fragmented
lending emphasis
to words that don't deserve them,
causing pauses in awkward places -
oh, it's not a whole sentence after
all.

'All' dangles there
like a deer's white tail
flashed against its coat.
Wow, I wonder what it means?
That first sort of a sentence
is probably a lot like life,
I guess.

The echo in an empty coffee can
disguised as meaningful soliloquy
and
staccato
line
br
eaks
facading as philosophy.

I wish
that my layout
had tiny Georgian letters
and pastel pink 'next page' arrows
that take twenty minutes to find
so you give up
before learning
that yes, the next page is just a bunch of
photos of white people's feet, too.