Saturday, November 29, 2008


I drink my coffee far too fast
and with too much automation.
While in my car, I wish it would last
more than three blocks' ambulation.

At times I wonder that maybe
just pouring coffee's what's pleasant.
Then the first tip to mouth gives glee,
and where the mug was, coffee's crescent.

You go about leaving these rings,
these really stupid silly things
on table top, dash and paper;
the stain it never tapers.

Sometimes when busy staining paper
with other things than coffee rings,
such as with words, you forget until later,
forget its been half an hour

since you last took a sip - and then you sip
into your mouth, stark cold coffee
and, hmmm, have to, hmmm, swallow it.

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