Download as docx, pdf, or txt
Download as docx, pdf, or txt
You are on page 1of 1

Coffee Cups II Two female gods now prance by My love lost in the air For what can I but

sing and cry On sequins which they wear? A tattered coat upon a pole A thief in a coffee shop An empty tin, my reaching soul A jester who d skip and hop Coffee as if in a Bergman script Longings and black hues around My core frail and ill equipped My voice yet not a sound

You might also like