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Friday, April 24, 2009

Poem for my research project


Tea is better caffeine for you than coffee,

ennobled by the language of Confucian leaf.

Like a wet thumb looking for proper tack,

my mousewheel chirps - a cricket

relentlessly counting Farhenheit on the hearth.

Blood vessels constrict through a chemical sieve,

splintered by the thicket of keels.

My cup is cold as eelskin, too particulate to divine.

I let pass my lips the lees of a Chinese river.

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