Cold Coffee Chronicles

Poetry, fiction, children’s stories, and more

Tomorrow Is Not a Day I Dread- 2013

Tomorrow is not a day I dread.

I wish for clearance in my brain. My head has more clarity than Baltic pearls. 

She talks.

She imparts a wisdom words written only cheapen, but alone

I know she steers an invisible ship towards white sandy beaches and peace among pastures,

Green or placid.

She was raised among speeches. Words brazened upon her alabaster breast. 

She rose to the test, yet

She rose upon reaches. 

Born swimming without beaches, she felt truth and beseeched. 

Nature reaches to the tops 

Of tall trees. Beeches. 


The great fat elders.

If their limbs had eyes,

Their eyes would speak of change.




And those that brag on scars put on you will be forgotten.

Jim loves Jane.

Will be forever nothing…

Yet, forever something. 

The bark bends and

Curdles like old milk

Forgotten in the fridge. 

The letters sear themselves 

Into my mine

Like a hot iron

Red with glow, red with well 

You know how those romances end.   

I didn’t dread the day

I ran upon the friends, men, 

The women I’ve tied myself 

To but when I’m here. 

You’re gold in my mouth

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An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.


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