Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

costa (2012)

we went to costa.
to have that conversation;
bones creaked like roast beans.

smalltalk, as dark drank
the day perched clench hungry in
a high calendar,

milk foam clouds lightly
dusted with chocolate soured
grim across the sky

and the words scummed thick
like a greasy bath tideline.

then we reached the dregs.

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