Hailstorm ideas hit heads and break minds
to remake them as a puzzle, rational, for
national assembly.
Prophet motives electrocute feeling
and stimulate sine curve
via great blue sky nods.
Who's invested? Investors.
Who's detested? Divestors.
The mean regresses:
meanest look,
bulliest bully,
sulkiest sullied heart.
Metaphor machine
big bangs the scene,
enormity as universe principle,
where time sense boa constricts
space mice who merely matter.
The real thing, though, impure
reason as reason for faith,
reason for seasonal wraiths,
story hoard, laid like eggs,
yolked to hungry marsupials,
too cute and irrefutable to
smudge smarm world,
tamed for-prophet.
That's what the big names
did and hope to do.
There's our issue!
Nomenlegislature, potted
clature, nom de plumage
wrestled into guerre.
Remember dismembers
timbre and makes cause
out of defection.
The new art,
the spew mart,
the rued dart,
launched apart
little names,
forgetters,
unread messages,
whose bold types highlight
the place between our wars.
Roman Ryan 