James Papastamos

Rookie (December 13th,2009 / Toronto, Canada)

James Papastamos Poems

41. The Novelist 7/1/2009
42. Dawn 7/1/2009
43. Where The Winds Hath Blown 6/6/2009
44. It Rained On Me 4/1/2009
45. What Might Have Been 10/22/2008
46. Coffee And Tea 2/24/2007
Best Poem of James Papastamos

Coffee And Tea

A cup of coffee for us all
this morning sun to brew its taste
We wave our hats, salute its wind
the steam now rising, we fan its haste

We cup our hands, attract its warmth
its putrid scent collects what not
As lay men dance their chosen trade
and women of mercy gather in thought

My seat is empty, the tables have turned
the glass divides yet bares no hate
As many are blessed who fill its chapel
but I, alone, shall drink its fate

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Intensive Care

My body lies frozen
On a cold hard bed of reality
Linen, long and leisurely,
Soft as a virgin's thoughts
Crusted with layers of anxiety
Soiled with pools of great expectations
As my eyes trace that fountain of medication
Dancing in mid air
Dancing high above that syringe

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