Jacky Boy Writing

Half-baked goods upon the sill. Unfished business wafts sweet scents. Thoughts buzz, Bacchus allured Delight deterred in static rain. Left..

Will he burry his teeth? Find time between work and worth To weep. Peace in pieces, a sepulture of pebbles To feast on memories of weaknes..

A poem about being drunk turns into a story about friendship and being alone.