A sweet silent solitude,
sweaty with the palms
of a hundred Sundays,
presupposing a hose
coiled improperly
which must be un
kinked by the surly
sermonizing of a
wooden man o
wore. Lower the
case for an extra
e in the stoop
soup. There will
be crud in our
blood and it is
a long-term choice
to voice disgust by
habit and eyeball,
accorded to Salva
dor dilemma Dalí.
Will a surreal at
titude remove the
memory of the
rueful game?
Could my passivity
make personal the
invoice that must
never be laid to
best? Rank. So
rank as to defy
tragic commas.
Semi bucks
whole deer,
savaging hill
side with
sage. Each
wise green
sheaf will
only provide
habitual eyes
with the finger
tips feel of a
trilling hand-
free nuthatch.
Would but the
crick in the crack
of the stick in the
oak become a
pick in the lick
of a split of a
pine. Quests
for questions
are curious
journals, short
ening the fine
line between
between and
around. The
bracket mind
fracks nine
piles of land
fill for a bit
of coin and
a lot of alum
in um. Steel
yourself, this
toilet's toil
cannot boil
the bin of
foil soil
that must
not have
come from
the dearth's
worth por
celain in
solence.
That's a
disresp
ect for au
thority ba
ked into
a plum
good, not
for oil,
for gaso
line.
Roman Ryan 