SO I DRINK MY COFFEE

I'm drinking the last mugs of June

coffee in the gloom of the summer night,

never again shall I live these days,

little will I remember of them,

but there will be words

I will barely remember writing,

own and adopted, there

will be posts cried into the aether

until some algorithm decides

I'm a bot and erases

all the dead and wounded

I spend these days sharing.

So many years like this

and never enough time

to write or share

what would need to be shared.

So I drink my coffee,

and will turn to verse

and broken bodies.

30.06.2025