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.