Poem entitled I like to leave the coffee on

by Ash Cole

I poem about my dad, pulling weeds, the smell of gasoline, roots and leaving the coffee in the filter just for the smell.

Poem entitled 'i like to leave the coffee in the filter for smell'

Dad and me

Dad and me

Dad w/ polio leg

Dad Smelling gasoline

Sweat gas can

Prime it

Pump it

Twist it with/ needle nose

Dig up the roots, them weeds

Twist it with your hands and yank yankee

Feriera days

No feast observed

M0n-fri

Then, than that, give

And lose and lose again. Loser.