Entry joints promise
to enjoy the joint mustard,
the pointed seeded head,
brimming with vinegar,
ensured of natural language,
ensnared by the vanity of inanity
and assured of many distractions
for many short years.
Tears, fears, gears, and all that
innards hear: rhizomes. Rhymed
zones, zoned commercial as well
as industrial, anything but residual,
the total completion, the absolution
carried forth by Jeremiah upon the
jeremiads, the minds of fables, as
filled with girth as a first-shorn sleep,
awakened to a missed call and a misty
connection, a pillow of a filigree, a
miller of a flower, a caustic of a gnostic,
assured of genre by category and cliff.
Roman Ryan 