This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the cakepops
that were in
the iceboxand which
you were probably
saving
for some shit I don’t care aboutI’m not sorry
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
cakepop is delicious metaphor
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more #meek marxist poetry
#meek marxist poetry & #occupyhaiku
the history of all
society is the struggle of
me and my mumi might
go anarchist; i mean,
black is slimmingthe revolutionary
council was cancelled for
dr. whopower to the people!
chargers for the iphones!every man a king,
although thinking about it
no kings eitherwhy be a tory
when socialist girls
are hotter?
Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.
Thirteen Ways of Drinking at a Starbucks
I.
the journey
of coffee
is from tap
to cupII.
on the street
lurid neon plastic bursts
from the buildings& i’m surprised by the
Big Issue seller huddling
in the cold,like she is invading this
shopping aisle
& across
the road the scent of
Starbucks samples entices meIII.
a cafeteria coffee is worth £1.30
a Gregg’s coffee is worth £1.80
a Costa coffee is worth £2.35
a Starbucks coffee is worth £2.50IV.
inside Starbucks
the same art nouveau, the
same jazz soundtrack, the same green
cracked sofas, green wallpaper,
green tables and green aprons,
the same green logos, the same
original features of the building
(the alcove, the double-level, the door)
lovingly kept, smothered in greenV.
from ‘Newcomers Alter Northeast Neighbourhood,’
The Oregonian, December 13th, 1999.The Irvington neighborhood,
well along the gentrification path,
is just south of the new Starbucks.To the north is Sabin, where houses with stylish
three-tone paint jobs are
steadily gaining on houses
with security bars
across the windows.From 1990 to 1996,
the latest year census data are available,Sabin’s housing prices soared 136 percent.
Average household income grew about 5 percent after inflation.And the neighborhood lost
about 300 African American residents
while gaining about 150 whites.VI.
Bitches Brew plays
on the speakers, the
noticeboard lists community
events, in that corner a woman writes
her first book of poetrywe are not the
counter-culture, we are
over the counter
cultureVII.
FOR THE PRICE OF A CUP OF COFFEE
(from Starbucks passion for coffee: A Starbucks coffee cookbook)You can chat with friends,
join in heated discussions or
read in solitude. You can
study, sketch or write.
You can listen to music or
hear poetry recited. You can play
cards, checkers,
backgammon, chess.VIII.
how did we pretend
to not ask for dates
before Starbucks?IX.
HOW YOUR COFFEE IS MADE: A DIAROMAhere in the first tray the beans
are green. as you can see,
by the fourth tray
they have turned brown. this is
how coffee is made.X.
i spend £2.50, from whichthe cashier earns 20p
the VAT costs 50pstarbucks spends 83p,
takes £1.17,and the farmer makes
1 and a quarter pence,which is known as
fair tradeXI.
find the taste of coffee lacking? don’t worry!cover that nagging sensation
by looking at our yucca plants
our solid, wooden tables
our green seats, walls, and logos
our photographs
of ruddy brown & smiling black faces
close your eyes & enjoy that
all-natural tasteXII.
STATISTICS:
being starbucks ceo is
- 460 times harder than being a store manager,
- 1100 times harder than being a barista,
- 7800 times harder than being an ethiopian.
XIII.
HOWARD SCHULTZ’S PERSONAL COFFEE RECIPE:take 10 hours work
value it at $9
lay on a hot patio for 7 days
to process into $47roast at 300 degrees for 7 minutes
(the beans will pop
and start to brown,
seeping a bitter oil)
continue roasting for 3 more minutes,
until you have a value of $5160serve strong,
no milk, no sugar,put it in an espresso cup
and call it black man’s misery
what use is hiding?
to pledge to live truly:
that is a burden I wish upon everyone
and expect from no one
but myself.
perspective puts people
in places you’re surprised to find them
like so far past a petty crush
at points of rants and secrets and sharing
to become an important daily presence
like splashing in the shallow end
kicking rocks and pretending to be weighed down
by your faults
like a distant memory of who you were
before you transformed into who you are
a pleasant reminder of human goodness
like caring for you in all the wrong ways
heavy with fear and hurt by your rejection
of a childhood loved but gone
like beautiful when you turn your head
just so, where no one else seems to look
instead of at their darker side



