Good Luck With That

I’m guessing the division is unsatisfying.
The undistinguished whatever nags
from behind a gathering storm.
His tsk is eternal.
Unluckily enough, I’m beset on all sides
by crass emojis, sinews
unable to replicate, duress on course.
The main thing is compunction,
humming it up with the demonic.
Trembling aloud
the worst of several indiscretions
that so impress our generation’s battered countenance,
we take to the air, the field, the crosswalk.
Casual Friday won’t ever be the same.

-r. miller