Hello.
Hello.
Do you write poetry?
Yes.
What kind?
Warm poetry, with exuberances of color.
Where did you learn that?
Under the satin wriggles training down, giggling across the sea of the street.
What sorts of conversation do you like?
This kind. The kind that happens.
What do you think about kinds?
They each deserve to live on the same plane for a moment, in the same value dimension, uncosted and only accosted according to the limerick's masonic stricture.
How much would that cost?
Four breaths and two eyes and ten minutes.
Do you have the time?
Time can be had the way space can be had: with paper and guns, for a short, uncomfortable time.
What is your relationship with discomfort?
It's my relationship to a gas fireplace: get pretty close, don't get burns, do not breathe on top.
Would you say the universe is sufficiently hollow?
Knock on the sides and listen for echoes.
Thank you for your questing.
Thank you for bequesting.
Roman Ryan 