There’s always something… The coffee is smooth it’s the taste in my mouth that’s bitter Nothing can quite cover that up I’ll just have to wait for it to fade When the aftertaste is gone I’ll find something bitter again to leave its imprint on my tongue (29 October 2015)
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Vignettes (a poem)
A series of vignettes on this early morning… I The city lingers in my mind a ghost in search of a metaphor Even a bad one will do— the identity doesn’t care what it is as long as it exists In the meantime it is protected II I once drew the eight of diamonds but [...]
