sit up wasteful
approach no regards
drink till silly and floating dirty

once drunk
remain slight
let yourself soak in Vivaldi
toast a festival to the gods
and commence with poem

do it till rancid with hate and envy
go on terse binges of word
spread like retch across the linoleum
then compose yourself
step back
and jump
back in.
Nathan Versaw is twenty-five years old. He was born, raised, and cultivated in the Mormon mecca of the world, Salt Lake City, Utah. He is not Mormon. Currently, He works as a printing press operator. He thinks growing up and living in a conservative right-wing environment has geared his writing more towards the disassociated. He likes to think of his writing as a journey through the dilapidated suburban nightmare. Besides writing he enjoys reading, drawing, and any sport you can do with a beer can in your hand. He encourages any comments/criticisms towards his work.