Flares anchor place to a moment in time
cares hanker for a shape and a spine
my mantle, may it be undismantleable.
That's the wish, the dish, the fish
the way through trash and cash.
Steady! Hands sideways for an
open hello, a sardonic slapstick
hardly comedic as it tries too bard.
Many's the poem who tried to be
hummin'; scared are the koans
who zipped up our lips.
Quiet won't do when the dipper is high
stars are our cars and the epic is nigh
more for the story, its glory and pain
as might and failure get losses and gain.
Roman Ryan 