July 11, 2006
Seeing Through the Day
I'm going to enjoy this --
there's nothing like a strong cup of coffee
to the sleep deprived; two thimbles
of this stuff and the fog will be swept
apart like a curtain, so I can see through
to the people carried along like seed pods
by the day's end, and listen to the battle
songs of their retreating motors.
I'll myself be cut from the current
by my own clasped breath,
glug glug, as I swallow this coffee
sweet and hot. Afterwards, the evening,
marvelous stuff, will cool on the back of my tongue,
and the voices of women will ring melodious to my ears.
Of day-lilies and
true lilies, of candor and
shit, I know much, but
mostly I know poetry --
right down to its weave and flea.
Posted by delire at July 11, 2006 12:45 AM