Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Death Prefers Coffee

Death prefers coffee over tea
Or so I am told
Due to the late nights of harvesting
The sick and the old

He drinks alone before he goes out
Or so I am told
Warmly refreshing his sinister bones
With Columbian gold

No Grandes or Doubles or modern stuff
Or so I am told
A tiny single espresso for a bony hand
Easier to hold

Death prefers coffee over tea
Or so I am told
On nights when the English's time are up
I wonder, does he drink coffee to spite them?

That would be cold


  • At 12:02 PM, Blogger spaceman3000 said…

    i love it
    love henry

  • At 9:06 PM, Anonymous Nocturnal Stumblebutt said…

    TS Eliot: "I measure out my life in coffee spoons." I figure I may need to switch to de-caf when I die so I can stay dead.


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