03/07/20

Crap-shack coffees–

Freshly gravelled,
Tarmac black;

Sigh steam through porcelain exhausts.

Acrid essence, urgently huffed;

Strips nostrils,
Reds eyes.

Fortunately,
Burnt tongues are free from taste.

Published by badpoetrysaba

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