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#941902 added September 26, 2018 at 1:11pm
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The Coffee

Before the boys wake
the refrigerator hums discontent --
furred, snarled dragons ply
smooth, dead floor
about idle, be-socked feet --
hardwood surfaces plateau
from toe to eye
glossy, forlorn
in chilled autumn morn --
our clear vestibule prison
warm, satisfies

Before one voice unwinds
silence uninterrupted
night already nearing --
mindless echoes still chirping
draw dragons' eyes out
return their desires
chained to domestication
in padded sofa/lounger play land

Nearing the crack of pipes
emerging mechanical waterfalls
an empty hull longs fill
to the brim with expectation

neglected brown coffee cold


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e.e. was right about i though We never met. 🤔
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