- Non-Erotic Poetry
- grande truth in a venti cup
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Click hereStop there and fill it up fill it up fill it up with two percent
granulated sweetness breathe
breathe easy through your mouth
three four this cannot be too bad
Calm, two three four these women seem kind,
accepting, even through the french vanilla inquisition
so do you believe he was born of a virgin?
you are not sure? born at all?
just a man?
Coffee cool enough for gulping through
do you believe he lived? was crucified? dead? buried?
I did not realize it at the time
but they were running through the Apostle's creed line by line
check
check
check
The night I met him
there was no shame.
I did not turn when he touched my face
unfolded my privacy under harsh incandescence
god look at you so beautiful so beautiful!
white pillows propped he tucked one here
one there set me up
not unlike Mom did with Pop-pop those last days
as he shrunk into the corner leather
like the photographer who propped our babies
giving the false impression they could hold up their own heads
sit unassisted.
The women did not ask me about Pontius Pilot
or bother to roll away the stone
but made sure to ask
So, do you believe in hell?
Does it show? Did I remember
to adjust all pillows
for proper support?
Yes girls, I know I am awful,
no, no I do not love him.
He bores me with long lists of cities
we will never visit together
thank god I do not long for him when we are apart
but he tells me lower my chest
and I lower my chest,
move so easy to any request
You are the only man
the only man
this is the little truth
the little truth in a big big cup.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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postobitumover 17 years agoNice nice nice! Can't really comment on it because it's so good - know what I mean?
MyNecroticSnailover 17 years agoBut to tell you the truth, I almost did not read it because of the first line. I have no suggestions, I think you need what is there, but you realize the need after you read it.
And this is funny, exactly how you were first discribed to me, like an implosion, drawing the observer in till he is there, you.
Beryls_eyesover 17 years agobut your poem goes deeper than coffee, beneath the darkness you have uncovered truths...about people and "how" they are. You deserve more than a mere green E. and congrats on ME"s success!! totally deserved
xoxox
LeBrozover 17 years agoNow I know what I may be missing
As I placidly sip my own tall Suisse Mocha
Courtesy General Foods;
Not quite the same as Starbucks
Especially in price;
But your words here —
A bargain at any price.
Pssst - nice going on that 'E'
lobomaoover 17 years agoIndeed a heady brew
such complexity to our mornings
a perfect way to start my day
with a wide array of wonderings
and such a sly smile of delight
from foam tipped corners of your mouth
i need no sugar to sweeten my mornings
only shining words from you
Anonymousover 17 years agoI likes coffee poems a lots.
I don't often turn to the new poems page anymore, but was surprised to see one from you, Anna. Thanks for posting. And you are beautiful, ya know.
