Communication traction
splits the action
by naming and naming and naming.
Tripartite gaming:
three hands in one
panting face.
Bite down
too hard
on the thumbs.
Umbrellas of umbrage
page through my high
heart, unholy as an irreverence
baked into my negative severance.
Yes, I paid for my experience.
It was expensive, as index
finger losses go.
I do not point
anymore. I do not
see points
anymore.
Delving swells
like an ocean's breach;
cantankerous
and ranked
by the height
of the handing waves.
Shake. Shake. Shake with vigor,
shake with cold,
shake with happy
failed calm.
Another cup!
Yes, another.
I cannot handle it,
and that's why I will
doorknob it.
Swill again. Thank you.
Put your feet
in my mouth
if you like
to.
I have implied
that we have
done this
before.
Reduce me down
like the gravy I have never
learned how to look for
in the specks of dirt
on the credit card
in my side pocket.
Picket those fences!
These walls will not stand up
to people
standing up.
Follow me
down the page
and we can become
intimate.
Reading and sex
are sex and reading.
Go backwards
and you will be the same
as the forewords
in their wishes
for all that body fame.
The mind is the body.
Nature is human.
Dichotomies are only split
as apart as a few hands
given in to simple fingers.
Roman Ryan 