Glass Half Empty

 

Allan Lake

 

 

 

 

My coffee is cold now,

lost its seductive intimacy

and its legitimacy as a luxury.

A few very costly beans, ground

down, pissed on by a loud machine

with pride of place in my tight space.

This is my wee go-to, my own default

which never truly qualified as Thrill,

more consolation prize simply for

participating. Anyway, this here

disenchanted-cum-pissed-off

state supplanted the narcotic

spring I thought might be

a lifelong riot of meta

phoric wildflowers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Allan Lake, originally from Canada, has lived in Saskatoon, Cape Breton Island, Ibiza, Tasmania, Western Australia and Melbourne.  His latest chapbook of poems, “My Photos of Sicily”, was published by Ginninderra Press.  Such journals as The Hong Kong Review, The American Writers Review, Tokyo Poetry Journal, The Antigonish Review, New Philosopher and Fabians Review have published him. 

 

 


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