Morning Coffee. A Poem.

Whorls of heat haze fumigate the air,

an ocean of dark and broiling depths

mirroring a bleak and surly heart.

Your lidless eye reflects the scorn, 

a barely bitter taste that lingers

like cyanide clarity on the tongue.

Oracle of peerless enlightenment,

an uncaring nurturer, soon gone.

sleep in

The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry. To find out how to buy a copy,
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