Far From

DrifterX

...turns out
the stones I was kicking,
hearing them skip along
the third world asphalt

were actually
the ice cubes tinkling
around in my glass as
I dragged myself

down Revolution Street

Little snippets
of brilliance busting through
the surface as the last
remnants of sobriety swaggers

out the bar,
leaving in wake lonely white shirts
and black light, and a
fatal thought...

...I Don't Care

tremors

Very very good

-Buru-

very powerful poem, it portrays the drunk stumbling man who is past caring very vividly.
it has a very true voice and reads very nicely.