Rolling rampant and unhinged
Only frightful tangents muster the winter’s cold edge
What can be seen in this vagrant dust?
An anomaly!! For centuries we’d hoped
A contraption of holy justice
Eager to be kept secret
Amongst the catacombs of wealthy eco-mongers
With their star powered cars and televisions
Kept in the dark by untrue -principles
Awaiting the end.
Where could the right side be fought,
and by whom?
The Innocent, the fearful, the trap door maintenance men
An allusion of attainable wishes
Faint, while conscious
Adept, while confused
Richard M. Roser, born on November 10, 1988, is a musician, writer, and graphic designer living in Saint Paul, Minnesota. He has been floating in relative obscurity since 2007, performing in his band Colder in Moscow, doing freelance design work for friends and colleagues, and scribbling poem after poem in hopes of finding a creative center to his inconsistent, and often dwindling living conditions.
E-mail Mr. Roser at firstname.lastname@example.org.