Percolating
I always like it creamy, and a bit zestful
On the pallet with robusta flavor---
Yet, totally unsweetened for now
When daylight gulps in an ache; my coffee
Becomes bitter, nipping my tongue
Like heated grain of yesterday’s spiels---
Angry mouths percolating in the kitchen
While she, in haste, rushes away.
Contest of nette onclaud
A Poem That Did Not Place and More
New---Coffee/ 6 Sept 2015
Manny Paras
Copyright © Manny Paras | Year Posted 2015
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