He drinks his
Way into tomorrow

Swollen eyes and
Shaky hands

Tell the tales.
Partially. Part.

Of the story's
Stem broke mid-

Dream; part lost
In the iris

Damaged by a
Body of a boy

That rises too
Early to place

Emphasis on sleep
Or Anything, and

Anyways he's got
Nowhere to go

The gin blossoming
On his sad smile

The sun setting like
Seduction into clouds

Like sheets. Wel-
Coming skin.

josh...

i so want to collaborate with you someday
(maybe at roo)

you're mind is brilliant

this calmed me down ha

smile

i've read this a bunch of times now and i just like it more each time! it's very cool, reminds me of beat-style poetry, loved the short couplets and the ending, especially!

great use of rhythm in this josh. loved it.