There is no Coffee in your Coffee
It is difficult, these long bus rides, to not recollect and reflect on
what we once had. What we have. And what it’s leading to.
I want you.
Fuck.
It ain’t easy, these long bus rides from between nowhere and
doubt—thoughts of you
It ain’t easy,
these long bus rides
between nowhere and doubt.
Thoughts of you.
Nowhere the long bus ride doubt
Thinking of you.
once again I blend into the shadows
my existence dedicated to the prowl
seeking, again, the pain of betrayal
and as always, I will find it tonight
between and beyond anonymous streets
once again I burn as my rage turns cold
colors, out of place in the grey cold +
dance before being swept up in shadows.
contempt forces me back into the streets,
you are not here, it’s time again to prowl
claustrophobic in the purposeful night
I seek once again that knowing betrayal
I follow the pounding smoke of betrayal,
its stench clings to you, I pick up the cold
scent; track it to the next stop of the night.
ignored, I drop back into shadow. +
I allow bitterness to fuel my prowl
as I march my anger down ragged streets.
Harsh winds conceal my stride through lonely streets.
exploding anger echos betrayal,
counting out the rhythm of my mad prowl.
reds and yellows crystallize in the cold
eventually joining the black shadows
continuing the string of sleepless nights.
The relentless solitude of bitter nights
coerces me into steam filled streets +
where I am compelled to join the shadows
to seek your final callous betrayal.
once again rage cuts me with hard-edged cold
as I continue the dance of the prowl.
Becoming as harsh as you are, I prowl
Each house, each alley, each club of each night.
I will find you, I always do, as cold
as the city, as harsh as the hard streets.
Dutiful and ugly in your betrayal
I resign and make love to the shadows
I prowl these streets
seeking tonight’s betrayal
in the cold shadows
Stories exploring the liminal through the archives of a pandimensional communitas. Informed by southern, speculative, slipstream, and weird fiction.
A complete poetry site for every poet and every poetry lover : huge collection of classical poems; poetry discussion forums for comments and critique; giant links engine for famous and unknown poets through the ages; haiku generator; poetry banner exchange (link exchange) network; good poems, bad poems, best poems, worst poems, more!
Grammar is a contentious point. Some argue that it’s horrifyingly appalling that ANYONE would ever utter the words “I drive pretty good”. (This, of course, is because good is an adjective, good is modifying drive, which is a verb, and our forefathers fought and died so that verbs would never be subjugated by adjectives.) Some would even argue that you are a fool, an ill-educated ass, and a corner-dwelling dunce if you managed to emerge from your schooling without learning that periods are properly placed INSIDE of quotation marks.
