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Hot Earl Grey Tea

Hot earl grey tea in

the morning a quiet cry

lingers in the blood

the people in a panic

“Leaders” calling themselves kings

Rain pours, morning sky

glows gray fog settles low and

warm scent of coffee

flowers through the apartment

pups soft snore, murmurs in bed.

Liked this poem? Read Destruction or Waking.

Break the earth down in

to pieces of what matters

I’m drinking blood and

writing words describing us

Let the cities become ruins

Liked this poem? Try Waking or Drums

green parrot feather

on sidewalk smeared words carved in

cement I was here

sunshine warms bones and spreads wings

clouds billow and drift eastward

lions dancing and
dragons fly in Chinatown
drumming Spring sunset
full of dim sum hot green tea
to the bar gin and tonic