The novel impulse
it's a long story
of short snips
snubbed scissors
dully chomping up bits
spiting off more than
sharp teeth could chew.
Fiction's diction implies truth
a snowfall's code wall
every flake a signal
of how far understand
has yet to go.
Comfort follows short leashes
on long walks
to declare the ocean
fully explored
given feet only
on beached timber.
A few verses
come out like curses
from short hands
to stronger bands
playing like false symphonies
comprehensive concert tones.
Putting together
books the table
for tonight and
as many nights
as necessary to get
a thing called
a job
a place called done.
Roman Ryan 