My bitter

My bitter
Is cold coffee
Leaving rings on your seat
Not ashamed
As much as I am
Checking for a pulse

This rain
Is inconceivable
Hitting a spot on my head
But then going away
Making it hard to call rain
And hard to look up

Your unfortunate charity
Hoping for spaceships to dock
Will also leave this barren wasteland
Dry-creeked
Dripping colorful crooked samples
After saying goodnight
For the last time

This ditch
Our strong suit
Finding comfort in numbers
Like two and 10
Our shingles all ashamble
Though the math is perfect
Our inclusion is clusterdriven
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3.10.11