drip

Your digits drip from your appendages
Like the seconds drip from the minutes that drip from the days.
Slow and steady
Dew dripping from my skies

I feel like the wrong shape in the wrong place
I guess that’s fitting

I feel like the black sheep in the white parade
I guess that’s fitting

I’ve been having love/hate relationships with people these days
They drip through my consciousness,
They drip through tasteless.