it rained last night, you say. I didn’t hear it at all. You said you saw It fall? It rained last night, You say. You said you heard it smell The sweet wet earth I don’t know, well, Even today, I see no trace Of it on the face Of the road. Get me a coffee, Make it strong. You ask me then, ‘what is wrong?’ I laugh so hard It makes me cry. I love you so, I don’t know why. ‘where’s my coffee?’ I ask. You love me, You must. Love, hate, lust. I wait. The coffee must be cold. I sit by the wall. I wait for you to bring me a coffee. It’s been a month. Why don’t you call?
Is it supposed to mean what it says, or am I right in thinking some punctuation/line break is missing/inappropriate.
I mostly don't know what to make of poetry that has such a strong stench of the waste/rotting/stagnation, specially when it comes in this rather staccatto free-verse form...these left me with a rather acrimonous taste in my mouth.