fera nugroho

Rookie (4 July 1971 / solo - indonesia)

Dawn, At The Corner Of A Cafe - Poem by fera nugroho

two a.m

down the road
to the coffee booth
at the corner of a '24 hour cafe'

cuppa coffee
brought rusty memories
outta my tummy

jelly beans on table
i wouldn't let em stumble
so i stored em all
back in the jar
one by one

four a.m

clock was tickin
counted every breath corrupted
and the smell of my coffee
drenched my brain

i saw you there

brewed the debris
and blended the milk
with that old rotten cheese

no need to find excuses
to sink your lies
in the dregs of my coffee

they settled to the bottom
of my cup
where i could find
your crumblin integrity
in disembodied voices

three a.m

i felt content with silence
the droplets of the dawn
wet the beans jar and
blanketed the smell of my coffee
with the unknown lust

you spilled my coffee
you drove me crazy...

so i hit you on the head
and before the cock was ready to crow
i sent your old mom
to a deep sorrow...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2012

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