Tonight's Poet Corner: Too Coffee Husk

Too Coffee Husk
by Belinda Roddie

the bean shell creates
steam in the basin room,
dripping cyanide
molasses
everywhere in every orifice
never mind

the
empty corn cob smoking a
pipe in the den, watching reruns of
America's Got Nothing To Offer, Joey
Blue Horn blowing bubbles in
Stephanie's (oooh I better not say that)

crisp clean double dream
montage mocha style cappa-comfort
computer comrade. This is the life.
This takes no elements of grease
to cook this fat bearded goose.

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