Waste and Delight

Sweeping ashes into coffee cups,
Pouring disaster past your lips,
You swallow crumbling reality and defeat
Like pride glazed in red cherries;
And the world stopped turning long before
But your mouth roams the wastelands,
Still sampling every crumb of salt and sand,
The lingering taste of loss sweet as sugar glass,
Shards cutting into dry-tongued sighs
Devouring themselves in deserted eagerness