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Brown Foam

by Ryan Nardi

A recently empty coffee cup
(the half-size kind)
stares dripping
like the taste in my mouth.
Moth-eaten cotton breath
wastes in my mouth.
Eyes divide,
ears on legs will sprout
before anything
gets onto the barbarous
table in this house.

04/18/2008

Posted on 04/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/18/08 at 09:16 PM

...ryan, you describe meoffice, coffee dripping, my lips too...and my desk, my table are as barbarous with civility...mean sheets of paper, some work, some just stuff, some books, pack-rat stuff...but bubba it's us, eh? barbarians used anything/everything, so quien sabe?, when will we need it again? a clean table orrr a clean desk is the sign of a sick mind, hahaha, charlie

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/19/08 at 03:51 AM

Heh. Obviously, there's a rarely a dull moment going on around your parts. Interesting stuff indeed.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/23/08 at 01:26 AM

Quite graphic symbolism! To me pictures a really terrible hangover! (Never had one just what I've heard!)

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