farces give out gold stars
like brandy
mixed into tea
or a hotter chocolate
to give the impression
that impressions
are the way it has to be heard
don't go to the capital
unless it's a building
then capitol eyes
a dome-shaped prize
wilting between a shallow haven
and the sun-burnt mountain
agog? yes, that punctuating
a gerund on a walk
walking
a preposition on sill
sat upon
a didactic breeze
argumentative
fed by strong
metal-filtered
condense milk coffee
oh, specificity
can you call the city people
because we're under the lights
the stars, that is
they aren't in the sidewalk
they're in the heavenly darkness
with an adverb
verbally booted
to a parking spot that wasn't
Roman Ryan 