Pictures do not remain
in my heads or tails,
they flip past them
selves and move on
to words and conceit
to drive me into the
grounds that smell
like a bad batch of
caffeine, a sour yogurt
punch that was packaged
too many years ago and
sold as super fresh.
I can only hold an
image in my mind for
a flash, is what I was
trying to say, but I
cannot keep that image
in mind for long enough
to construct a few verses
that won't feel versus your
sense of understanding.
Images dissipate from
my senses more quickly
than scents in a strong
wind without a big
source. My river's
course is not re
current, its re
voltage and
the sea.
Roman Ryan 