Death and Coffee
I love to contemplate death in the morning with a cup of coffee
The ground beneath me becomes a myriad of stars
They swirl like the milk in my cup
They dissolve and evolve then eat other
And I wash it down with a swig of coffee
Later death comes to visit me again
We sit on a bench with my head in his lap
He strokes my hair and tells me stories with no meaning
Then we make love for a million years
After returning from eternities embrace
I put the kettle back on
Lisa Lennon
