Sore Toe, Steaming Coffee
My toe just stubbed the stubborn
piano's iron foot;
it really hurts, torments
like a cigarett butt;
stay home, don't walk, doc said,
take a day off or more;
I tried, but now I'm bored to death,
not only sore.
But boredom quickly breeds some crazy
thoughts, you see;
it seems my sleek ergonomic chair
sits on me
as I mull on my desuetude
in ennui
and ache to be stirred as sugar
in steaming coffee !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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