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ESPRESSO POETRY

Coffee-powered musings of a Romanian living in London

Updated: Oct 17, 2018

Flat white.


Sometimes insecurity is a sprinter,

jogging through my mind

aspiring to set the best time

in driving me mad.

And more often

insecurity is a marathon runner.

Grinding its ugly, decaying teeth

and knowing

it will get me, at one point.

Because the trouble is

I don't know how to

pace.




Updated: Oct 25, 2018

Long black.


I see construction workers by my window.

This city needs building

and rebuilding

and adjusting the place

for all the beating, bleeding hearts

and wandering minds

and restless hands

that try to make it a home.

I see these men,

although they don't always see me,

or the people who enjoy

the warmth they create, and the shiny dreams they uphold.


Updated: Oct 15, 2019

Flat white.


Electric fences

all around London.

Just there, beaming,

as if denying the entrance to

the coolest club in town.


But me, I'm a mouse.

I can fool everyone.

I know how to get in,

unnoticed.


Problem is

I rarely know the right time

To abandon ship,

hopes,

long hair,

a direction,

and, most importantly,

youth.




Drop me a line. Will get back to you after I've had my coffee.

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