08-15-2014, 05:00 AM
*tried posting this in Poetry For Fun..because well, I had fun writing it, but I got nothing so I'm trying here instead.
A fly is drowning in the coffee I just fixed;
we both seem to be off to rare beginnings today.
I dump the cup down the drain,
vanquishing a life in an instant adjacent to eternity.
This calls for a fresh cup of French Roast.
An anchorman speaks slowly: Robin Williams has passed away
in his Tiburon home at the age of 63.
Mornings are not reserved for rebirths.
Sweet affirming distraction, O hazelnut essence,
meet my lips, ready me for existence.
A fly is drowning in the coffee I just fixed;
we both seem to be off to rare beginnings today.
I dump the cup down the drain,
vanquishing a life in an instant adjacent to eternity.
This calls for a fresh cup of French Roast.
An anchorman speaks slowly: Robin Williams has passed away
in his Tiburon home at the age of 63.
Mornings are not reserved for rebirths.
Sweet affirming distraction, O hazelnut essence,
meet my lips, ready me for existence.