it’s unaware of its value

my coffee maker

can’t comprehend its worth

or even know

its capability,

unable therefore

to recognize my gratitude

after its ministration

doesn’t have a life

beyond that current surge

empowering duty’s call

doesn’t understand

the physical world

that contributed so much

to allow functionality:

at least that’s what i deduced

after it rudely ignored

my attempts to converse

Geoffrey Aitken…who is different enough to be older than he should be in his hometown poetry scene where he is considered, ‘industrial’. He is unfancied but persists, appealing to readers who encourage that persistence. He writes without aids; he does not test poetry on animals, but he is not after dinner suburban congeniality. View more of his work here.