Generous prose dictates extrusion
profusion and that's why I like to
poem; I'm late to be told what to
do. It will be done late and not at
all, if there are instructions. Late
has a forever feel to it, if you never
declare the failure. I love the late
hour for that. It could run all the
way into the late morning and
back into the late afternoon and
back back into whatever flavor
night. Long words slough off
extra letters the later the hour
inside the poem. Simple time,
midnight. Bring your hands,
the clock may not have enough
to tell us how to write everything
left of the above.
Roman Ryan 