It’s A Metaphor, Fool

The metaphor slinked into the sentence, all piss and whiskey, dripping acid from its sultry grin. It sidled up between the words and the meaning like a renegade cowboy in an out-of-town saloon, looking to bring justice to a lawless place. It shows up unexpectedly — though certainly someone should have seen it coming, place like that — and blows through town, and once it’s gone it’s left an undeniable mark on its victims, as well as the rest of the community. They say that you should stay away from metaphors like that, leave them unmolested, unbothered. But sometimes when it shows up, it’s wearing that tight little skirt and you know that metaphor is asking for it.

One response to “It’s A Metaphor, Fool

  1. Pingback: Molesting a Metaphor | thom dunn

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