Similes are pretty things-
flowers on a window sill of
a decrepit apartment building.
Metaphors move with violent
passion-
like a boxer dancing
in the ring.
Blue is cliché but
every color is pink.
Commas are the yellow
lights of literature
a semicolon’s shape
is a red-white
octagon.
Like butter on toast,
we belong together.
-SpKn
