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Free verse № 35890

Good to the Last Drop

by Bonehiss

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Jan 2003 · Edited 22 Aug 2003 · 8 comments

Swirling wisps Of smoke and ash, Evidence of my fury, Float high in cerulean sky. High above the evergreens, And then vanish Into the crisp morning air, In but a mere sliver Of measured time, To chase your spirit, As I stare into the fire. Transfixed. Thinking of you, And what I've done. Drinking coffee. Black, bitter, and strong. As perfect as my hate.

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8 comments

[9] Jeremi B. Handrinos 14-Jan-03/10:33 AM Reply
minatory. i like it. great title too.
[6] god'swife 14-Jan-03/4:03 PM Reply
Hate the titled. Mrs. Folgers and all that. We share a word. Weren't you once some other name?
[n/a] Bonehiss › god'swife 14-Jan-03/4:12 PM Reply
Yes, MMoore. As far as the title goes. I like it. No, I hate it. No, I like it. No, hmmmmm. Any sugestions?
[6] god'swife › Bonehiss 14-Jan-03/4:19 PM Reply
Cafe sans Lait.
Morning without you.
There is no sugar can unbitter this final cup.
[n/a] Bonehiss › god'swife 14-Jan-03/4:31 PM Reply
You're the bomb. I'm thinking again.
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 19-Mar-03/8:51 PM Reply
Yes. YESA!
[9] Caducus 22-Aug-03/8:12 AM Reply
The best I've read of yours and love line 4 -9
[10] horus8 22-Aug-03/3:57 PM Reply
Is amp.