Select an emotion.
Ride it like a horse
to the next check
point. Stop, show
your papers, prove
that you are a paper
Iger, a Mickey spouse
prepared to do what
it takes to take the
land for the mother
land. This is the world.
You are not the world.
This is an emotion.
You are an emotion.
Emotions must be
controlled. Control
must be control.
Solipsism must
be trolled, like
a boat for salmon
on Lake Inferior,
a lake on the head
waters of the Styx,
dumping beaver,
pelting ice into the
face of a hot Satan,
ensuring the dichotomy
between food and weevil
is no long split, rather a
conjoining of these twins,
consumption and desire.
Roman Ryan 