No (coffee) Filters

On the theme of "no filter", a slightly different offering...


No (coffee) Filters


My alarm clock gracefully arcs through the air,

And lands with the grace of a brick to the head,

I’m still here in bed,

‘Cause my battery’s dead.


Still cursing my luck crawling out of my pit,

Trawling the floor for a clean pair of knicks,

But of course, there’s none there,

So I grab the old pair.


A frenzy of hunting, a half clean cream blouse,

Found in a heap with some semi-clean trousers,

Bra nestled beneath,

Great. Now for my teeth..


Skipping the brush toothpaste flies overhead,

Frozen, I follow its stripy descent,

I can’t look away -though still hope it’s not true-

But yes, my cream blouse now sports red white and blue.


Raising my eyes to the heavens I pray,

Caffeine will help me to get through this day,

In my newly hued blouse (fetching red white and blue),

I fish for the coffee, fresh ground from Peru.

Optimistically thinking with one decent cup,

I can reset the day, 

I can be on the up!

But then: “Hell! No! Say it’s not so!”,

But I search high and low and it’s still a no-go;

No filters to find

So no quality brew

Just crappy freeze-dried,

And my red white and blue.


Written by Mel White 2026

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