Intuition, yes
and intrigue
Wells, yes
and Fargo
Hell, yes
and Key Largo
Places, yes
and more faces
Races, yes
and victory
for every single specific
contradiction highlighted in
a yellow painting that was once
a photograph and now sallows
on the wall, scrawled with a little
signature and promises to give the
desert palms their volcanic dew
Chaste, yes
and hecklers in the crowd
drawn by a passionless artist
whose cynicism knows no sincerity
and whose charity refuses to use affirmatives
as tools or even in checkers
King me, yes
and let my rook go
Roman Ryan 