I was staying in a room

I was staying in a room
with rectangles and water.
caught lagging
soaked up to salty.

You like a waterfall
pasted over the free-way.

Our concept sat gloating.
Saffron
spanked to a shrill.
Film flowing with crumble.
What sizzled was all splatter
With tear point and tear bulge.
Why when gods built them
them so.