Monday, January 18, 2010



I make coffee.
I make coffee so that people can drink it
and...be warmed by it.

They drink it
and think it
will make them forget
the pain
that perks
just below the surface
they drink to forget
but they are falsely warmed.

NB: I woke up one  morning with this poem fully written in my head.
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5 comments:

  1. B DigitalJanuary 19, 2010 at 2:06 PM

    Very Nice

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  2. PanchoJanuary 19, 2010 at 2:16 PM

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  3. PanchoJanuary 19, 2010 at 2:20 PM

    Amen brutha man. Very nice indeed. I like it.

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  4. Karma GirlJanuary 19, 2010 at 3:30 PM

    And I am looking forward to new installments from Jermz and B Digital (but no pressure).

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  5. PanchoJanuary 20, 2010 at 6:53 AM

    This one seems like the poem itself is the observer of peole in denial.

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