This medicine helps the previous medicine go down
A follow-on formula for ending an ending
Is it the start of the next beginning, the metabolism?
Or is it the end of the road, a cul-de-sac?
Mine stomach knows better than mine brain, everything
If my inner ear could better hear the rumbling
Sleep would come and stay much easier
The interpretation of the evisceration of everything that goes inside
Would lead me, these tea leaves, to see all the way up and beside
For ongoing, overgoing, fruitless mealtimes; avenge themselves
Upon the remainder of the body, disengaged from the engorgement
Toes, lo, behold, fissures in the breathing, body-glut bereaving
You don't want to hear it, but I can feel it
Formulaic, archaic, medicinal; streetwise circular pamphlet
Guttural bacteria, raccoon trash belly, garbage day pickup
It's clear that spicy opacity removes all audacity
Fruitless, discalmed, untoward: forwarding freight to third parties
Syrupy bitterness, over my shoulder, nervous energies evaporated in a mist
Of a overgoing, underdoing, overlong, discussion-bearing crustiness
Forkfuls of warm olives, a secret among stripes, bath and, or, ballroom
Dancing, upon, sleeping forgone, inner ear consulted, deafness awareness
Following on; it follows along, and I'm here, mixing and sorting
Roman Ryan 