For living I drink coffee
For dying I let this oil slick
of caffeine spill all over me
Lying in lurch in ceramic bunker
it pounce with its dripping bayonet
first sun that lose its way
Thus cremating my living life
this deep drilled diesel
flows into the irksome
flowing stillness of you
rehan reminds me of some of the poems i wrote on iraq war...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, I love it when something common is deciding not so on the page. I'm an absolute caffeine addict and though it may be ridiculous, generally always click on poems with 'coffee' in the title. From title forward, this piece was a wonderful and especially creative surprise with its many uncommon associations and the unexpected and intriguing 'you' at the end. Love this! Christine