(new poetry)

It has no warning, no health and safety, no government advisory notice.
It has no instructions, no recipe, no regular appointment time.
It has no certain way of reacting, no known behaviour when in captivity,
but we know when we see it, when we smell it, when we taste it.
you see it on the television, cop shows with not enough light, and too many donuts,
or when friends meet up, and have take after take in café scenes,
just setting the scene, just chewing the fat,
but Bad Coffee, like a bad boss, a bad memory,
will always taint memories, like that.

Ben Macnair is an award winning poet and playwright from Staffordshire in the United Kingdom. Follow him on Twitter @benmacnair

Ben also has a piece of music, “FAT CHAFFINCH,” at our Open Mic blog.