How's your coffee?

I'm sorry

what did you say?

Oh, I just wondered

if your coffee was 

alright?

My coffee?

Hardly noticed

Not when there's

all this

so much of

all this

and 

all that

and doing one

means 

missing the rest

And missing 

your coffee

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The road to anywhere

The road to anywhere

could just as well be

the road to nowhere

Wherever it's taken me

It's always brought me

home

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Sun and Lover

 

As dusk stealthily advances

to swallow the sun

which spits and hisses

and ducks and dives

helplessly

 like a candle flame

dancing frenziedly

on its last drop of wax 

the lover,

burns parting kisses 

on his mistress' breasts

and,

stepping out,

sees 

that the sun 

has also,

 in passionately reluctant departure,

  kissed the sky

ablaze

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