Scarcity eats abundance
for brokenness. Fee ear:
hear carefully, your strife
depends on snit. Break
first and fast and no
sugar no cream yes
coffee. I have not
written a coffee
poem in a long
time. I like a nice
simple sentence. One
year. One year. One
year. Not enough years
to make a knife. Vegetables
are best digested
cut. Tables bare
vegetation according
to accidental breath.
Can a word be a clean
spray under any use?
Can a poem about too
little and about coffee
end up being about
air and dying and
three hundred and
sixty five idioms?
Roman Ryan 