Charity Coffee
Here -
Where...bladed vape chatter tumbles into unlit corridor..
Where...fragmented sour heeled machinery lies idle..
Where...cracked glass memory leans into elbowed temper..
Where...crippled time shelters from hillside churched solitude..
Where...rusty thimble alcoholics drink cold cartons of charity coffee..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel
