Speech parts claim natural lineages,
while the ginseng bowl smoked itself silly;
sharp hedges tell no rails:
this is what you rain for.
Dark waddle is agate engagement,
tied to the unground stump
who dreams in marble
as the built capitol sighs.
Silt's guilt is the river changes.
Roll your eyes and ring the traits
that hold up the grocery store
for a banana that feels different.
New destroys most while old is
perjury against the facts of time:
a second won't wait for its before
or rafter, it cascades across
the sun-spelt rooves.
Roman Ryan 