take me to the theater
dress up with me
find the origin of
the species and the
type as we evolve
to work less and play
all of the time
keeping the faith
of matter of the heart
beating prepositions
gently into omelets
with a whisk or a fork
salting to chaste
shibboleths uttered
it's really the point
to say that you are me
I am your flavor
at least a spice on the rack
spilled over and now it's
clear that we are part of
the meal, to be
saved together from the
awful fate of playing
too little, working at
something unnatural
to identify differences
instead of being the same
Roman Ryan 