first draft

[guek]

When morning begins to breach the dawn,
You will find me sitting there with
Out a hint of thought or reason.
From dust drawn up for respite.
With my first suffused inhale
That bubbles through my languid veins,
From depths will come a great divine
With life raised as its great ensign
Like the monster sans the Frankenstein
And at last I will awaken.

Comments

[fauxtastic]

did you write that? that's actually quite good. i don't mean to sound surprised, but i like it more than anything else you've posted. we should have a poetry party...you and me josh, let's do it

[guek]

thanks :)

poetry party? that sounds rad! we could sip wine, eat cheese, and just bust out the breakdown. AW JEAH!