Doth drinketh thine darkest drink
No cream no sugar
And thine legs make haste
No wait no niceties
For if not, the poison shall leak from thine ******
But at least you'll be awake through it all

Tyler Castro
3/20/17

in the middle of july
i dream of red poppies
it comes out from my baby hole
it's not forming a line
anymore
like one day in april 2015
23:13 i drew a bridge
swamped with lil red poppies
not long enough to reach
the wrist
of my left hand