Growth yawns at infinities
the right size is the right size;
economies could learn
that kind of scaling
I see my feet
for the first time;
they've been carrying
my hurry up and wait
My world gobbles
the corporate turkey;
more Benjamin
than Franklin Roosevelt
The perfect almanac
tells the weather
when to eat the rooster
and how I'm going to die
Audiences determine whether
wills will appear
while strength dances
on my weak needs
Character built this place
into a home for success stories
keys carved by glory
my protagonists
My night light
street lamps
closed windowing
feasting my little eyes
I inhabit my feet
no longer picking
dad sized shoes
now that our names collide
Give me a real job,
fake stars
I cursed
under full employment
My toenails are too far
from my Neptune
now that my true Helios
orbits me by the hands
Images remain delectible
my indelible mind merges
into reality's opposite zipper
drawing blood at the chin
Call me night
or nothing
my compliments
to no no nomenclature
Dr. Hello enunciates
my how's it goings
with both hands
underprescribing mumbles
Over morning
dawn denominators me
dividing by zero crows
wrong number
Desire nods my head
my four am driving head
bowing to the wheel to indicate
you turn me where I go
My instincts reject dejection
I injected training where nature
falsified a few more dichotomies
and I wait to be stamped insufficient
Dream me a night, mare
your horse heart shows mine
novice drummers must just
beat slow
Roman Ryan 