Despair strikes like cottage cheese lightning
Slowly, all of a sudden, in curds that don't look like they could possibly be appetizing
While it may feel right to scarf it all down
Not looking straight on, as this mush enters yon
The move just might be
As it was yesterday
To get out on a boat
In the sun, to play
For reasons I can't
Explain away at all
Laying on the water
Uncaring, paddle down
Has an effect
Unlike prone in a park
The oven on high
Sun worship nigh
Becalmed, letting go
Hearing tales of Algiers
Misery fades
Without any tears
I think this is the thing
That indoors misses best
Stasis as decay
Rather than photosynthesizing me up
Roman Ryan 