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

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.