Author Archives: Roman

My platitude attitude nods my crane head
to the architectural plan, to the partner dance
that leads colts to water (they typically drink)
and my contract fact pattern scatters paper ashes
as both signal and noise, directives to follow
or else elsewhere will become here and then
will become now, as predictably as the smoke
that blows across the water and promises to
fill lung-fulls of lounging bodies with the only 
physical guarantee: a shorter life, thanks be to
heat.