For living I drink coffee <br />For dying I let this oil slick <br />of caffeine spill all over me <br /> <br />Lying in lurch in ceramic bunker <br />it pounce with its dripping bayonet <br />first sun that lose its way <br /> <br />Thus cremating my living life <br />this deep drilled diesel <br />flows into the irksome <br />flowing stillness of you<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cremating-coffee/
