Death and a Cup of Joe poem by jon lejeune


Death and a Cup of Joe

“when rainclouds speak no more
through the Autumn of the sea”
recites death while
sitting on his pedestal and sipping warm cappucino

prince
he thinks
or maybe I’m a jester, with
no king and
no court

eyes seeking
searching his soul from beyond the
gaseous nicotine, beyond the
dark realms of jaded spotlight

a mournful hope or a
simple prayer

avoid his wicked grasp

hold tight to your masques, he says
it’ll be OK.
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