One More Drop Of Coffee
Of ink; of thought.
These pages three, in their loose ‘n blank-lined state, are, together, a haiku.
Poles of gold; bridled porcelain.
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia
Hill. Café. Bus.
Caravan; road; canopy.
Somestuff to present to whomsoever ever reads it.