Wednesday, August 23, 2006

a fORETELLING*

This morning I stewed a pot of black coffee so bitter that the first cup lye the insides of my mouth, a foretelling of worse things to come. I prefer my morning coffee with sugar and demirep, heavy creams and aspartame, or simply less caustic and demeaning. Perhaps a Melilla first mate, harpoon at the ready, scabbard drawn and quartered, a whiteness that defies description.

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"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz