The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Coffee Dregs Sonnet

Accompanying music.

Is that chocolate syrup splayed?

Spread the fluffy iris yolk,

taste the ashes in the rain,

smashing heart ribs with 1 stroke.

I remember still your warmth,

stilled by runny April sundown,

when imaginations swarm,

when again I lose my grounds.

Still you leave your rusty stains

on my mug, which won’t go ‘way

—last month’s taste as yet remains.

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