Ha! Purpose!
A theistic drama.
Mission contra political,
munged-out language
overstayed its fishy welcome
rotting, headless and heedless
on the bottom step to the stoop.
And the basic building building
for living living.
The deathlessness that breathes in and out
through the thoughts that lead in the direction
of death's death's death. Plural, actually.
Make a little hey. Hello.
That might keep things fresh enough
that even the rotted out avocados
retain enough green to trick the sun
into adding a little nutrition
to the tree on which one hand barks
for another to hold.
Roman Ryan 