Commas and periods and colons and semi-colons alike are forever disappointments as they suck the continuity of my poetic hose dry. Now, the enjambment defeated, we overlook a soul crushing period who, at this very moment, is dismantling the smooth flow of transitions from line to line we’ve worked so hard to establish in the last stanza. Alas, this is similar to that annoying kid who lives next door.