Black Gold by Dylan Robinson

Spoonfuls of Folgers

fill sleepy thoughts.

 

Gurgle of caffeine monument

accompanies stomach symphony.

 

Aromas of toffee and hazelnut.

Rhythmic groans

from man and machine,

tempo kept rolling by refrigerator’s

steady hum.

 

When moved to pour

the oil spill sizzles,

bubbles…

another stain.

 

Black coffee fills whiskey glass;

morning sunlight fills kitchen door.

 

Greedy sips

seek consciousness.

 

Ah.

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Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry | Leave a comment

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