On what block does the writer
block the memory of the memory
of the text that instigated the fried
egg morning bourbon afternoon?
In what jar can all that jar get bottled?
I don't have a cap that tight, I like my
hats a little loose. It lets all the haze
out into the room, and if the windows
are closed, the dreams will be pleased
to review and review and review. Re
petitions, well-written, will get you
everywhere. Write them again! That
is an order, an order of the brotherhood
of the concrete stairs. Do not trip. Do
grip the handrail with your pencil
hand, letting the number two take
precedence. A phrase I have always
detested, for its ambiguous pluralism.
Like liberal. Do you mean you care
about other people or about your
assets? I know your diagrams.
Those arrows that imply that the masses
appreciate your cash and carry and harry
and harry, they are sharp, well-used
chevrons. No mistake: the homonym
fits. Wear it like the pump, in your over-
sized belt loop, spraying gas like a noble
nozzle, offering the good stuff, the premium
leaded, to the asphalt and all of its civilians.
Roman Ryan 