Is it in the rules of the game to lose and lay down right here
On the grass of the lawn that happened to be nearby when
The news came through? We will consult with the magistrate
For a spooling: rods and cones and reeling in the fish must
Result from the trial of the century at the dawn of the spinal
Column, supporting the unwieldy roof as the hail pelts my
Fur on this Kentucky blue sea of worms and rabbit shit
Counterbalanced by the suburban screen door shame
The scales of rust and ice creak and break, flooding
Flat concrete with a torrent of smoke stutters
Roman Ryan 