Roman Ryan

Hurl yourself
into the blue,
at the upper reach's sky. 

Try to see
what it is like
to die.

You'll see your
time in the light
of the dark.

Clouds obscure
your true view,
your blue blue.

One more cup 
of how things are
and you'll be skunk.

Under sunk,
there is the life
in the sink

covered in old
food and good
comfortable grime.