There are certain styles of abstraction
that lead to that stylishly did action
The done thing done well,
aplomb comes to mind,
too many commas and improper
capitalization capitulate to the pressure
for aggrandishment, also spelling's
demands, an equilibrium unreachable
and obviously unteachable, though some
try and help couplets become couples.
Oh, another period for this conning text.
And now they flower and flow.
Like a river of daffodils, no water;
these are stationary waving daffodils
petals up to salute their honorable
semicolon.
Back to that abstraction type,
that genre of genres,
the metaphorical meeting place of finely ground
beans and exactly heated water,
so dark, so stark,
and visible to the mind
as if it were
a real stolid thing.
Surliness was part of the charm
of the charming people.
That was not where my charm
came from. I needed to add enough
yogurt to offset the sickly
sweet nature of my honey failure harshness.
I confessed, right there, to something,
so that this poem
could be personal.
And now let's return
to impersonal statements
that could only be made
by a festering mind that wishes
that f-word was fermenting.
An idea
leans over the curb
and vomits into the street.
Roman Ryan 