March 22, 2007

Espresso Poems

I write espresso poems now
the way I used to write about cigarettes.

My old fumbled word love to white ash
the hard-dented tan filter.
The clouds! Oh those sainted particles!
The courage of my glass ashtray!

All swapped for
a slight-stained saucer
a cup
a cat-like crema.

How long till they turn you against me?
What will I smoke when you're gone?

What do you think?

a true classic

Posted by: heroic imp at March 29, 2007 8:44 AM

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