My herd seeped into words again,
and I am sought out as the port
manteau separates into conversation
and my eyes look away from what
I can now here. Listen vs. hear? Glisten
vs. fear? Verbs stay away from the curb
while I absurd and become sentence
case curd. Each legitimate wanderer
squanders learning in exchange for
four knowledges: 1. I contact; 2. semis
colonic; 3. use the ears; 4. repeat a
gain. Laws enable us to come to
gether. We gather here to hear
what is not being said as the whis
per, period, stop, go, grow, risk.
My crust rusts while I keep looking
away. I am a pizza. Did I mention
that I was a pizza? It was then that
I was a circle with circles on top,
and they were pepperonis. Now I
am not a pizza, I am a sandwich. I
am a people sandwich, a hot dog
without the ambiguity, a sub
way without the mozzarella,
a train without the metro
(rural). Please do keep
saying what you are
saying. I will be here,
glistening.
Roman Ryan 