Loosen the sidewalks of war and come prepared
with your metaphors your cancerous metaphors
for there must be space for a series of stones
to stack one on the other and make as if
to guard things. Stone dragons jealous dragons
lidding their teeth (they have them). O!
O normalcy! Your heralds are bored. Your
foundations, once made of these stones,
have been harvested away. Sexier obelisks
stand where you used to lie down. Forgetful
rest cannot be forgiven for trading away sleep
for the possibility of daydreams. Weak daydreams
they have been banal nightmares terrible in their
continuity duller in the tooth than the sand
children of stone (concrete: weak, recycled
stone). Loosen the sidewalks of war! Give
automobile over the curb let rip the standard
bearer unfurl the flags of decimation
change your minds to the nines.
Roman Ryan 