Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s
drying out
of fine
c o f f e e
A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o
I stole a puff
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters
S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t p a g e
On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Lucid—
All those rhymes
of yore
Such widowed thoughts
Our lonely oasis//
/Moon passages
And wicked faces
Bespoke suits,
Poetic races
Discerning fables and
Fizzy odes/
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Such widowed thoughts
One homely oasis
Lucid—
All the rhymes
Of yore//
He felt like sneezing;
laughing to himself;
or remaining silent
Helplessly searching
for drowsy stories
to put into words
"Finish that page!"
the choir
- w h i l e
h e h u m m e d
a h o p e f u l
t u n e -
kept chanting
And then,
just like that,
he departed
Thankful for the life
he’d lived
loved
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