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Harried
I take my portion of nothing
more than coffee
with the severest crow
I hear him giving ill language
to some other owl
drowsy and vexed
Dikter om ämnet: coffee
Dikter om ämnet ”coffee” på Poets.by.
New morning
morning coffee
the art of night is to go back
to morrow
Cooked
coffee for her headache
night comes for the cook
and her art is no more
after supper
Hipsters
the street full
of a great forest
ivy stops business
I find a discrete coffee house
where we take some out-of-town light
to profit off the morning
All-American drug
coffee is our new speed
joy in 100 pieces
but none at the price of a journey
to a thin bed
Silence lover
I drink her wine
but not her coffee
I am buying love
not an ear
evening comes with few words
to my bed
Eating the rich
high and strange we eat
the most perplexed sugars
such as white light or road provisions
a new version of coffee
or this gold edge of the ice
where others suffer
Introspectator
there is a map of my mind
I resolve to find myself on it
but no second thoughts
my coffee is an empire
my car the very end
of the world that I know
Small ode
wholly to coffee I owe
my joy in small things
this black sage favoring
a free mind
Industrial revolution
I spoke with coffee
like a dark ear of night
and went out
into the leaden street
men carried the weight of the fields
yesterday today and tomorrow
through the city
Seaside
a virtuoso at rope
the wind aboard the ships
as we went down to the dock
for strong coffee
Funk
cold coffee
I wonder how things would be
if I should die