could you help me get to the trail
with six lanes and lots of gas
along which I'll not be alone
because of course, that's the goal
inside baseball, batter's face
bunted walk of sportish place
these are the stories sought
of all the things you might yet bought
tense as ice and just as broken
melting down all of your tokens
can't you read the words I wrote
and know that on the poison boat
sails will die of motor run
as none of us have any fun
rhyme and money lead to LA
while fizzy funny Chicago day
universe tower and teaching fright
tuition rice and beans first light
dawning on the mind of mine
passive voices churn and whine
of the days this one is it
no need to go so here I sit
Roman Ryan 