All we get are the coffee grinds the mighty converge in golden dimensionslapping on champagne and spooning caviarforging a new world for the benefit of all charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckersfantasizingvomiting streams of foulnessto be lapped up by deceived optimists applauded from the blackrobed rotundalet it be known he died not in vainbutContinue reading “Poetry Corner: All we get are the coffee grinds”
