Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

in my morning coffee bath

i had coffee this morning.
i let it get cold.
he came over with thermos
'i'm not going to finish.
do you want the rest?'
i said that'd be fine.
before i could stop it,
he poured the entire contents
into a cold, brown pond --
now a white magma flowage.

i only wanted to add
a little to my mug,
running over now with sweetness
from my son's warm donation.

it will take me days --
maybe, another twenty blended cups
to get through it all.

waste not, want not, hey?
even if I have to
drink five cups per round?

I will get it down.


1.8.23

a free-ver joint Sorry, Spike. Seriously, I am. (He won't remember)

just having fun riffing off previous blog entry inspired by cubby's post. now trying five words per line with no commitment to syllable construct.

this actually did just happen a little while ago. Still haven't remedied the coffee 'situation'.

Lilith of House Martell you might appreciate.

I had brown coffee. Seriously, how did it get that white! I thought the newly purchased creamer bottle felt light.