Coffee

A couple wade into the coffee shop,

Each with a mug with a paper.

The woman: all those pound coins

Rolled over her face leave lines.

Granules stored in sacks beneath

The strained pools. Prop up her glasses.

The man: drowning.




They

Slouch.




Days doled dusky fingers

Caffeine: divine…delicious…

Bromide leaves one’s

Teeth stained.




Have you seen ...?

Oh,

Yes.




Man swallows the air.

Woman swallows the coffee.

Pages rustle; register

Registered.

Politics These Days…




Jabber and jazz settle

And smother. (pleasant)

Their eye-lids wilt.