Still

Hopeless pitch on a roiled and rising sea

Lost to it, the man I'm meant to be

The killing brine I drink freely

I am your beggar, sister

Mole covered, smelling ripe

Clutching a crack pipe

Could be Jesus

Testing love

God waits

Still

-DeRicki

An Etheree is a 10 line poem; each line ascending or descending in syllables, 1-10. This is my first attempt at an Etheree.