I make and have made fragments.
Both tenses are insufficiently intense
sometimes. Often, I am insufficiently
specific. Here we are, in the general muck.
I, a general duck, quack like I walk. And
I look like I talk. Each beanstalk leads to
another silver goose, as spruced up as
a wooden plane, crashing into the river
according to a wet nasal plan. Speaking
of dogs, when did you last bite the hands
that need you? I bit my knuckles today.
I could use me. I could lose me. I could
buy myself more time with a tender
that I cannot carry, bars too heavy for
a weak heart, a meek tart, a boundary
far from the foundry, where I weld
my broken irons and ensure that
I cannot leave my side.
Roman Ryan 