The house smells of coffee, and I want some. It's my coffee and I want it. I dreamt of coffee and now I want it. I want the dream and the coffee in the dream. It was my dream and my coffee. Wait, no, it was his coffee in my dream. He wants the coffee, and I want the coffee in my dream. My god, it's my coffee, isn't it, and I want coffee, that coffee, and that dream. The dream of coffee is a wartime dream. This war is endless. I want the war to end. I want to wake up and have it It's his war and my coffee. Get out of my house, Mr. President. You can get your own coffee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE |