Our metaphor container ship is dry-docked
in Bratislava and our simile warehouse in
Wuppertal has had to close its doors.
We apologise. Some figments, we believe,
may still be in transit, but there are supply chain
fractures due to disputes over paperwork.
We’re so sorry that we couldn’t get the parts
but the task has not been helped by a general
dip in the market for lyricism in the West
and in the East by surveillance tactics to curb
outbreaks of oxymorons, iambics, and random
enjambment. Rising divorce rates between
couplets has also been unprecedented and many
of the major manufacturers of pathetic fallacy
have changed profession, citing burn-out.
We did try to let some fancies flee away
but they got caught up in the jet blast
of a cargo plane over the South China Sea.
They went from a/b/a/b to Mayday, Mayday
and, sadly, nosedived. Once again, we apologise.
We’ll post here if normal service can resume.
