It's an autonomic
re(spon)se
to the natural m;o;ment
as an animal
it's where we're from
so they tell me
(yes, Dar'win')
victor of spoils
rotten in eggs
a tale of biology
or something like dregs
coffee is ground
to make for our compost
re-growing is bound
a mate for a manboast
Can the imagination decide
how will we choose
a loss and a ride
don't hold on too loose
failure is random
at least in a storm
bailout the handsome
Mother Nature's fine norm
but that's not how it
ought best to go
fate is a trip
a destination of no
yeses are here
as long as we make
plans for the pier
as docks under wake.
Roman Ryan 