Coffee & Confessions (an original poem)

     

       a black drink
a cold pen strokes glowing paper
      spilling strange confessions

take the blow above the horizon
      to belt out
      what's unclear

we are never going to swallow
      these angry notes
      a black drink
      a hot steam

burns me with a sickening sweet
      queasy mouth, fidgety feet

       still i stay
      still i sip
      still, i think

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