the sonofabitch tremor
from a tall cup of americano
i am somewhere in the heart of Libis
feeling the libidinous snarl
of trucks, the poignant treason
of leaves slamming against each other,
the bamboozle of the youth
this is my 5th poem sliding out
of my whetstone mouth
sharpening the dull blade of tongue
as the harum-scarum of the swivel
door crafts a rising hullaballoo.
spilling coffee on my ****** white
this sonofabitch tremor
terrorizes the purity of the *******
clenched against no succor,
eyes squinting in lachrymose fretting
palpebral shade of tossed out gray
caprice of clouds — no
more coffee
for me,
these words nudging me
keeping me awake with
persistence.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
the sonofabitch tremor
from a tall cup of americano
i am somewhere in the heart of Libis
feeling the libidinous snarl
of trucks, the poignant treason
of leaves slamming against each other,
the bamboozle of the youth
this is my 5th poem sliding out
of my whetstone mouth
sharpening the dull blade of tongue
as the harum-scarum of the swivel
door crafts a rising hullaballoo.
spilling coffee on my ****** white
this sonofabitch tremor
terrorizes the purity of the *******
clenched against no succor,
eyes squinting in lachrymose fretting
palpebral shade of tossed out gray
caprice of clouds — no
more coffee
for me,
these words nudging me
keeping me awake with
persistence.
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