Staring upwards at the ceiling
Of sky, back arched to give a
Gentle sweep of the wrist
Tool of the trade held firmly in hand
Eyeing the cock in it's projectile arc
Of gravity defying rise and then the pitiful fall
Then the moment of satisfaction-
Hitting it away effortlessly
As soon as it comes
And falling back down to earth
With a thud
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Black Coffee
Poezie"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
