Brown Morning After Coffee


why do the clouds make the world brown
when she frowns
a smile upside down
disrupts my wiles construct.
Maybe my knowledge of chemistry
distresses me to find a correlation with theology
because for the few
who get cold chills when next to
stainless steel
impress on the bench
not knowing much about french
and i notice
that (as we walk down budapest streets)
frowns could be as beautiful as smiles
On regular mornings after coffee

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