Metaphoric Excess in the Attention Deficit

the clicking of cheap heels on asphalt
my gaze is drawn to your feet.
They're well-dressed elephants
stomping their way through the jungle
You do not look flattered...
Your shadow is a childhood playmate
Now big
Now small
beckening me forward then disappearing
just as buildings come into view
The sun's turning your hair into pennies again
Shiny ones.
You're a playful shaft of light!
glittery glances from your
chlorine-rich, swimming-pool eyes
cut
like sharp dust motes in front of clean windows
housecleaning is best this time of year
clean sheets are an unparalleled delight
They...remind me of you
yes
Damn, baby
Can I get some fries with that shake?