Author Archives: Roman

May the billions find their trill
and shrilly decry captivity
in the bowels of the bowels
towels thrown at previous problems
until dry tears cried scalding salt
for the heavens, heaved toward 
another metallic meal, irony
in spinach salad, white beans,
indicated by a flashing red light
too lucid for its own infragood
and far too ready to leave 
what had counted for home
to divine the wind's direction
and become an angel of
terse mercy and fast hell.