Black Coffee


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I keep His house
This ain’t My home
I got chores for a life
— turned cold: black coffee sipped alone.

The doors lead to walls
Windows broken glass
Plaster holds scars hid
— of unforgiven’d deepening cracks.

Man of this house
Owns me and it all too
Can’t​ hold down a bottle
— his job: to keep me well kept ’n confused.

Says we’re​ doin’ alright
Lashed his belt here and loosed it next door
I’m done complaining now
— he’s hollowed me out ’oh my Lord.

Crystals and cream go
In next mornings’ brew
Pinch of something different
— shared one last time: coffee for two.

~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2017 EWK

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