Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Bitter Tea

There's close to my right hand
an almost full cup of tea
almost full
for it has a whole
where the tea runs through

I've got it to pieces
tiny little pieces
which won't go go through that tunnel
it drains
the tea lies at the bottom
nobody drinks

It is almost empty
a green creek floods my table
that poor ticket for the piano concert
is all wet and useless
almost empty
nobody drunk
silent key stroke

I've got it to pieces
and don't regret
I couldn't find a better method
to free the rooms from my chest
and my mouth

JP

3 comments:

marichuy said...

Mientras usted no se me ponga amargoso... tómese todo el tea que guste.

¿Y como te fue en la primera nevada de la temporada? A mí las nevadas, me acarrean melancolía.

Un besito

Champy said...

La contamplación es extraorduinaria en estados alterados.
Y si se posee esa sensibilidad se consiguen lineas certeras.

Y las manos?

CoTopi said...

Amigo...lo has escrito tú? Que son tus iniciales...

Gracias por seguir cerca y seguir mis letras...tanto qué decir...

Un beso,