We are watching, aren't we?
What channel? The lemon tree
across the street. Not ripe, not close
to death. How close
to death do you get?
All the way runs away with
itself, it's a phrase without
a budget. Italy, safari, ant
arctic helicopter, glamor
ski. The tremor sky could not
care. That's what I love about
you, blue. You cordoned
your altitude heart and
you do not heed
the heat. We meat people fail
to acknowledge flesh.
Our flash exposes our
selves to the miracle
of whiteout memory:
trace the lines of a time
with the tip and your lips
will no longer form
that previous trip.
Roman Ryan 