Lipstick
on a coffee cup
an ashtray
of half smoked cigarettes
twisted
in an agony
of being wanted
& not wanted
put out
angrily
a tissue streaked
with mascara‘d tears
a doodle
(meaning nothing)
on a napkin
a forgotten
half finished book
ash
floating
upon the scum
of coffee spilt
from the knocked
over coffee cup
a half dissolved
brown sugar cube
a little cache
of matches
advertising a Japanese
restaurant
the table
to be cleared up
by a young yawning
waitress
unaware that the couple
at table No.2
have just
broken up.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great great storytelling...very filmatic! I love the way all the useless little details finally get to tell the whole story all by themselves without intervention...just this floating point of view camera. I adore the telling details and the not-telling telling. Told you were good...didn't I! love Dee Dee who writes!