Agent, where is your manager?
This dialogue has taken us,
subjects,
as far as we can slow.
The view is dismal
the sound is bad
the smell is awful
the feel is sad
it tastes like money
and touches pain
our talk is heavy
our faces bane.
Snapped, shot, slammed,
the picture of a headline
made metaphor
with previously dry material.
Drama is suction
and doing is mandatory;
Kant and I made a deal:
forget one
and require less
of the other.
That's broken the moment
thinking makes a design
and executes the scheme,
while doubt shades every verb.
Take sunscreen and go into the blaze?
It's a fire fight to most
and our bodies and voices are water.
I remain wary and confused.
Roman Ryan 