miyako73
02-15-2015, 07:09 PM
The kettle whistled
the aroma of burn and black
filling the kitchen
plagued with the odor
of molds and bagged trash
I would not touch
or shoot into the bin
because the words of the poet
now hateful and bitter
rang in my ears
like old bells tolling
before death and coffee.
the aroma of burn and black
filling the kitchen
plagued with the odor
of molds and bagged trash
I would not touch
or shoot into the bin
because the words of the poet
now hateful and bitter
rang in my ears
like old bells tolling
before death and coffee.