Apply

Consider this an exercise
in deliberate incompetence.
Compensate me or don’t,
the rules aren’t ours to make.
At the conclusion of the stakeout,
those involved shook hands
and quietly declared their affections.
A blaze of imperfections singes the eye.
City delimits. Twice approaching vehicle.
The kind of madness that drives one
to affirmative gestures in a negative space.
Place the pediments. All that for only the merest
modicum of support. She sticks the landing,
unhanding her rigid standards. In vitrio vigor.
The cranial flows grown overabundant.
Too good to go one sucking the thumbs
of those deemed superior.
Speculators need not apply.

-r. miller