i sip your name
every sabah, dawning moment
i sip your name
etched in the rich woody
berry peaty bitter chocolatey
steaming swirls of brown and
beiged brewed complexities
i sip your name
jezvehed and poured into
maroon ornate demitassed cups
i sip your name, once more
it opens my soul
making me, oh, so happy
and oh so sad
i sip your name
yeah...
another attempt at
attempting and tempting
where tempering
rather than this moronic
play on words is the
only prescription
it was clear, quite clear
before the ellipses
this weren't to be
no how, no way
the illiadic start of
my very own oddyssey
the waterman flows
a sludgy river, oozing,
its way in slimy grace
pudding along to
some polluted sea
words splat on this page
a would be virtuoso expiring
on a shakespearean stage
some avante garde production
of a play no one likes
the sun... sets hopelessy
whilst dawning indifferntly
in someone else's tomorrow
where they will bake, globally warm,
this new existentialism
city of broad shoulders
ides of may
