To become
a fixture
lets the bulb
light the same place
the same place
without a trace
after switch.
Chandelier us,
great incandescence.
Each bottle blues
as the green eyed constant
searches for news.
Concrete sidewalked us
and that is where we talked
awkward in earnest.
I would like to step
like the wolf
in a whirl
of nary pacific
scary honorific
icy narcissistic
dignified dishonor.
The bread in the window
shingles another sidewall
offering a few more minutes
to a hand that bites
the mouth that eats it.
Gate expectations
and they will resect
the big ambiguous,
red wagoning Mr. Death
to the unseated edge
on appropriate
Mt. Deceit.
Roman Ryan 