Tate

Forget that crime, the sentence to come, drink some red wine, don’t get bitter, what passes for love, won’t alter this, digest broken lines, that say you’re no good they are another life, all that you skip, is there to discover, you only need a ship, enshrine, your silence in blood, delete that terrible time, you’re not so much litter, hand out your scrubs, laugh at big hitters, pull on your gloves.