Additional notions potion
over cloudburst rocks. Wet
stones snow cone until the
preposition rejects every
word that came before.
That's a fickle dramatic,
a climatic diadem, a clown
of Shakespearian proportionality,
an over-expended work-mule,
undertowed by the donkey's
double plated glass windshield,
the field of seams, all stitch and
no glitch, like a computer prior
to transistors, like a television
prior to the ability to project
an image on a screen, like a
wand prior to the idea of
magic -- a stick, in mud or
otherwise, as totemic as
a simile, a Ptolemaic as the
moon at dusk, as monotonous
as a monorail before the day
a person smelled on that dewy
morning, not Truman, rather
the hint of dust riding side
saddle after the rain.
Roman Ryan 