Coffee Cup Poem no.68

Come With Me, Little Girl, Dusk is Drawing Near

The world I know is burning away
Beams of sunlight fall with ashen tips,
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

My heart sinks, lost in the searing fray
As light fades black behind an eclipse
The world I know is burning away.

And yet I drag my feet, stumbling astray
As songbirds sing for me. Mute, my lips
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

Someone’s voice is telling me to stay
But I do not want to hear, lost, my mind slips.
The world I know is burning away.

Before my eyes, the town ignites, a bouquet
Of ashen coals and sunset singed tips
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

I force a breath, thick with cinders, melee
Has taken over and I search for a grip–
The world I know is burning away

I fall in front of a charred alter, pray,
But its all so overwhelming and I see it slip
The world I know is slowly burning away
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

Coffee Cup Poem no.55

Bad News Comes Slow On a Summer Breeze

It cannot wait, it cannot come too soon
I think, waiting for you in the harsh of summer,
As life hangs heavy in the still of afternoon.

I sit quiet amongst lush grass ruin
Of a day spent alone, long in loiter
It cannot wait, it cannot come too soon;

The Shadows’ wistful waltz mark half past noon
And Take a bow on a sun tipped flower
As life hangs heavy in the still of afternoon.

Let us go then to a tristesse tune
You and I, we speak in a whisper
It cannot wait, it cannot come too soon.

Your hands soft and white as moon
I cannot help but see it across your face, a crater,
As life hangs heavy in the still of afternoon.

Silence sucks away the breath from June
Your back turns and my glow grows fainter
It cannot wait, it cannot come too soon
As life hangs heavy in the still of afternoon.