Quarters sharply measured out, puncture
silent pleasure bout: concerns of sailing ships run
dry, shuffle sound of canvas fly; avast ye 'ductor
red light ruck: this bird lore fits with fluted
duck. Gainsay yet yesterday set: playing beset
by Saturday's net; portions large for bellies small,
answering ring to symphony call. Voicemail left
and ignorance right; wherever I go won't be to
fight: laying here and playing shells, dreaming up
the nonsense hells. Wherever my mind shall go
to seem, onto shallow river bed gleam: this song is
twenty minutes long, napping sleep cannot be
wrong. Festival pique with grouping chant, choral
petals flower piquant: on the road two wheels I
burn, leaning in to rightward turn. Sharing lakes with
pleasure march: drumming boats of fallen carp; warring
factions do interaction, playing taps for satisfaction. Hear
you me from Northward sun, setting phasers just to stun:
starry night a landscape glow, catbird seat on ears Van
Gogh. Sadness stirs the body mixture, flatly accept my pasture
elixir: water's brew to beany blight, coffee's down and out of sight;
trombone flexes yet unblown, titan trees a life, a throne.
Roman Ryan 