Dialog in a coffee house
When asked:
How do you like your coffee?
My response, ever the same, unfailingly constant
Refrain:
'Black and bitter as my soul.'
A statement crass as any velvet Elvis
And half as honest
A nod to nihilism on that soft black background
Where it hints we all die
Even kings and demigods
Yes that is why that crass effigy
Is more honest than my words
Which fail in prosody and shameless
Un-metered free verse
{Lazy poetics at best}
Shameful self-aggrandizement
Only slightly saved by its lack
Of sentimental hooks
How do you like your coffee?
Black as death on velvet canvas
And just as easy to swallow
