Havoc!

Appetites grow by feeding,
same for deprivations.

With a certain blurring of time zones,
and abridgement of dimensional restrictions
it becomes possible that the first to go is the last to stay.
(As always, these tricks carry a limited warranty;
and as usual, the reference is to the limitation of the consumer, not the toy.)

One troubled looking chap told me that his fears
are not lashed to the machinations of his neighbors
inasmuch as the dogs of war cry, “Havoc!”
and stalk about inside his own breeches.

Local advice I heard thrown from one to another:
“Go ahead, dream of sailing when the tide is out –
everyone else does.”

The greatest prophets and seers
can’t even tell you what the books will look like
at the end of toDAY’s business.

J.