Oh yes, desire,
another story
of the higher
shorter until length becomes want
and strength becomes taunt
spelling further incontrovertible
rhythmic retroversion
from the nineteen seventies
to the fifteenth hundred
denominated in candor
so far as language can pander
to what it senses, under the mind,
wriggling squirms looking for definition
finding concatenation
and denying abomination
going from abominable to snow person
no people, no individual, no simple cancer
every subdivision cries a new brine
telling the roundup: round down
to groundwater and unclear causes
cased meats and lost fathers
plurals brought out to hid singular realities
where events horizon their green flashes
a far away place to look at sons
and see a temporary scattering
of color and personality
develop a narrator out of banked versus
competition, didn't you know it was
the grandparent to idiomatic antagonisms
another food for another thought
on a hungry strike, always swing
for a pitcher of cauter eyes
the transitory translation dish
wishing, for all its marbles,
that bowls of understanding could be
served as hot as cold fish
communicating all that went unsaid
in moment after twilight turned to dusk
proving that circles are less circular
than spheres and their complicated fears
and more squarable than tension
that taut sex.
Roman Ryan 