He was
a wreckage in
his own sea

of liquor.

Do not use thy excessive force
for the force wilt not endorse

a yoda stick held upright
which does not make one feel, at all, tight

he was a wreckage in his own sea of liquor
we sailed away, both, from the same shore
the other went for his lure
i, I went for the cure,

assembled, gathered the fragments in the empty bottle
perpetually sealing the slur of words that one can never untell