Coffee, my bituminous friend


This batch brings my 24 hour miracle hunt to nearly 6am. This is too early to actually do the washing up, but I do manage to blearily accept the significance of it. Coffee helps. 

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While coffee brews in the jug, I will
Be organised, drag the washing from
The lovely machine that undertook
Hard work for me as I slept

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A whirl of wet fabric in the basket
Waits for me to locate some boots
And a mug for the coffee, and wonder
If it’s too early to wake the dog

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Dog thumps her tail in a slow beat
I turn off the lamp we forgot last night
And gather up the glasses and appraise
The unfinished list of things to do

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The washing up is waiting, is one of
Those little repetitions that marks out
Your life, this history in coffee rings, in
The medium of smeared food stains

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Two boots located, the washing is brought
To the line, another confirmation of our
Continuing adventures, pegged item by item
Optimistic plastic fastens the corners

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Occupational debris stuffs up the shed
This morning the light strikes a low
Wall of old car batteries, behind me
My shadow slopes on an old door

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Close my eyes to focus on
The fusion, the notes of coffee
Dark cocoa musk, the bituminous
Coal, tar, smoke, burnt sugar

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Indecipherable words in the
Calligraphy of slugs and snails
Reflect neon hot colours of sky
Across the upturned ceramic sink
  
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In the firepit seasoned twigs will
Be lit soon, to let the bonfire hiss
Call to the sun to not forget us
Through the winter tilt

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And here I stand
In a panorama of clouds
Warming my hands on a mug
Watching the steam curl up







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