I see from down the scent
on nostrils borne to lax
a lack a ladder wrung from hands
dried to bloodstained cracks
Under bridges I am spined
to the shoe and sidewalk pair
attached at length to squares
made of makes unfair
Lessons east are west words too
swallow for the pill
sunked dressers pitted clothes
pinned and sinned and silled
Window eaves are lamplit hewn
blurs to give impressives
fateful eyes cannot desire
less than dim recesses
Bricks and stones and broken bones
stuck to certain brows
carnal crown worn to the marrow
foreheads I carouse
Wishes dish a sworded fish
spitted scaled skulled
ready for the heathen hands
from lines sea lifted, gulled
More than birds I want to gird
against my ownerships
for my lightness is a fright
to ships that never sink
I sweep along the dusty streets
I clean them with my gaze
on the lucid grainy mouths
my name could one day blaze
That's the hope the rope the dope
swelled to swindle sales
buy and buy and buy and spell
sentences of nails
Am I hammer? Will I hit
nailing heading home?
Carp and tree and lumber walks
I'd rather dirty loam.
Roman Ryan 