by Gabriel Pinatacan
Alone and sad to have a heavy cup
of dark and sweet blended coffee
for a culmination of the day's grief, well
i have to have a heavy doze of coffee
- to review the sight of dying neighbors
- to free the tied hands from slavery
- to end the raging waves of intense labor
a doze can make me numb and deaf.
Then, sorry.
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Last updated August 28, 2011