Author Archives: Roman

Assortment's comportment resembles the fuse
blown out and healing my head

The notion of mind is ego refined
to tell me a story of hope

How might the coping go out without scoping
the future of sutures and wealth

Utility meter, you see my discomfort
the temperate distemper dis-ease

Shadows and meadows hold common
that trust burns only as long as it starts

Beginnings ain't winnings when they
stop at the face of a goal