Outside
It takes right angles to catch the last drop beyond the curved square glass.
A year ago, you drew emptied somewhere now buried.
Tracks along, took towards sea. A boy to my left couldn't swim.
Crying, he choked to death before the angels came.
A tattoo. The word "Meaningless," confused to form circle.
Derivative expansion into the spat red clovers, speckling outside.
Sometimes, I can’t take to.
Opiates, and you as my bed.
Cherry wood kissed, tucking in the stars.
I remember to take a taste,
and spit.
A year ago, you drew emptied somewhere now buried.
Tracks along, took towards sea. A boy to my left couldn't swim.
Crying, he choked to death before the angels came.
A tattoo. The word "Meaningless," confused to form circle.
Derivative expansion into the spat red clovers, speckling outside.
Sometimes, I can’t take to.
Opiates, and you as my bed.
Cherry wood kissed, tucking in the stars.
I remember to take a taste,
and spit.