Hey guys,
I don’t know if you can see it, but “Instant Coffee” has heavy Charles Bukowski influences in it. With its short lines, subject matter, and even the title being the start of thing poem thing (is what it’s called).
In all seriousness, I think I might have been reading one of Bukowski’s accounts of his experience working in warehouses when I thought about sharing mine. I remember my first day at the warehouse. Some poor idiot got his hand crashed trying to beat a forklift to a pallet, and some other guy had been run over and killed by a delivery truck two weeks before. I’m just glad those days are behind me (for now). Enjoy the poem.
Till next time,
Justin
The taste of instant coffee
by Justin Gil
reminds me of cold warehouses lifting crates of milk with running clocks- dragging shifts with broken bones and inevitable deaths at different speeds. when I need a kick I search the pantry, start the kettle, and make some instant coffee.
This poem is currently unpublished.