Day: January 7, 2009

Magical coffee

poetry

it happens everyday
i can’t make it go away;
with every drink i take
my bowels begin to wake,
begin to press and make such a clamor
that i wonder if i swallowed a hammer,
and so inadvertently i make my way
giving in to the unanswerable sway
of the pressure down below
raging like a bellows.

Sink.

poetry

Simply put
this context is
unoriginal at best
and largely
under-appreciated,
given the circumstances.

Don’t let too much drain out
There’s not much left to strain if
you do that.

Or, at the very least,

plug the fucking sink.