1.
If being on a plane is a shelter in which to skelter,
being on an ailment is a halter in which to falter.
2.
In two days, both methods occur to me.
I am subjects on one
subjected the next.
3.
God deluded the pantheon
to disbelieve in cells.
I've eluded buckthorn
but deer herds ring my bells.
4.
Keys are slow taps
noted for their ups
on a down day
and sides
way into night.
5.
A long journey speaks
end to big middle
while I fiddle with tunes
forked fickle by my tongue.
6.
Nineteen minute
sparse map:
blue pages
cannot direct
a nap across
an ocean.
Roman Ryan 