TV dinner
dinner with the news
ash in a dish of evening
my coffee an argument against
that overbalance of propriety
Poemas sobre el tema: coffee
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Nothing day
[Nothing
going to dinner to hear news to his house to my house to the coffee house
going on.]
The King’s Coffee
I troubled my hands
with rogue handwriting.
Let posterity know how
the King desired coffee.
I heard for certain that
it would prove small pleasure.
I gave a bottle of mist
at a great loss.
Makura-Kotoba
Our coming together from far ends
amazes us both,
neither knowing the other
was cowardly too,
two years ago,
now we confess it, laughing.
We joy in such presence
my cynical dear:
we are in love,
knowing it usually passes
with flowers and years—
still honoring it.
On waking at four
by your beautiful person
I listened
to your heavy breathing