Coffee Pots

No Eyelids


Rise now from the burdened bed,

redememption and forgetfulness.

The heavens have evaluated,

yet again, the wonder in your day.

Whether complex, emotional,

or plain right vexed in coffee pots,

the inner screams and effort

to weaken self for wiser thoughts,

the clock only stops because

the battery is dead, so is your head,

forlorn, ruthlessly fruitless in a sea

of misgiving worldly energies.

Please don't corrupt the reach.

Come and feed my hungry beast.


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The third and fourth lines

The third and fourth lines are the center of the poem, and are also two of the most important lines you have written.


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