[stylist] Poem - "Ode to Coffee" - Final Draft (Maybe)

[William L Houts]

Good MOrning, Gang,

Here's a poem I wrote maybe two years ago.  It makes sense, I think, in 
an abstract sort of way.  It's clearly what the title says, but there's 
a lot of word play and general hijinks here, and some readers may come 
away ready to light torches, leash some dogs and lead a party to burn 
down my castle.  That's all right, I'm used to it, ha.

--Bill


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*Ode to Coffee *

Steaming font of wizard  sun;

Black, you bring this mystic kiss

of starlike lakes, you lightning now,

shockwitch full of morning bless!

You shake us clean of soggy dreams,

those fleas, those frogs from ever devil

jungle night. This  song I write

bejazzed with juices dark and wild

though milder than your cokes, your cakes

of lying skag, those hags of drain.

Balzac, frantic, prayed your rosy beans,

begetting thusly printed suns,

his doctor novels raining sane

on desert dire fire minds:

we follow suit, weaving weird unlikely,  sage.

while time pursues, that perfect hound:

behold a poem, a prayer, a page!







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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"