What is the good under the hood?
Is the good a car
carbureted by Oxford commands
with their eponymous commas?
Comment away. The good will not moderate.
Thought might be the basis,
though thinking competes with feeling
to compute the basic comparison
between this and that,
a distinction
within a difference.
What to do? What to do again?
What should do? Will do?
Listen carefully
to hear the good would;
intentions are soft wood
chopped by time
and an equally soft breeze.
Decay realizes the instrumentality
of death.
Do stray.
Do play.
Do May, a fifth month
of another year
counted carefully
to confirm that the planets
line the pockets
of another astrological good
a mood board syzygy
vibing hard
hardly shirking
responsible accountable mountains
volcanic sometimes
tiny deductions
from the fountain book of stars.
The big blank space
hoses the cosmos
with a universe of suction
pulling hair and togetherness
apart and together
with a will and a freedom
spoiled by the sense
that an atomic accident
might swivel the gavel
from its fatal banal home
where good lands
indistinguish themselves
from bad hands.
Roman Ryan 