Bitter coffee, caffeinated thoughts, a living fidget in clothes, happy, distraught, A kitten runs gingerly, the motorway is alive, which way to go, flattened or to survive, I meow into the paper cup, I should stop drinking, I’d have better luck, at stopping thinking. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life withoutContinue reading “Coffee and kittens”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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