Tea is the drink drunk by Empires
Drunk by the philosopher of the morn
Fuelling that fire within fires
The duality, body and soul
Alas, the body wants coffee
A cuppa to cope with Morphean mither
Alas, the soul wants tea
To ameliorate the existential ache
Je pense donc je suis
Non!
Je bois du thé donc je suis
Alas, one question begets another
Did Discartes drink coffee?
For that matter what did any of them drink?
Lend me a cuppa
I must ponder!
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
