The canary coast boasts exceptional
toast. Bread, properly roasted, carries
loads that were not previously imaged.
Carriage couches and the edge of an
over-talker, clapping shyness on the
shoulders to insist: we can be together,
with a side of should. English broken,
so fast as to swivel Irish. Does your
belief stand up to the carnational
carnage? I wished for another dish,
before I could say what "I" is. Swish,
yes. That's a true versus false hyper
boreal arbor spray, lavish leavings
left for autumn's spry fall. East, best,
unrest; each claim fjord itself, a leavened
landing with the ocean as foreground,
never backdrop -- too much drama for
the gulls, too little grain for the bulls.
Roman Ryan 