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2x Winner WDC Quills BestPoetryCollection. 📝 I cast my words to the world wide wind. |
Some things you can't help thinking about... I said I was quitting you coffee, but you call me from the grave in the cupboard. I should have moved you to the back of the pantry. What does it matter? When I'm not thinking about you, there's some old cigarette ad burning on a reel in the back of my mind. It reminds mom and dad never smoked, but they did percolate a heavenly smell, brewing atop that tiny, corner stove where meals were frequently ruined. Coffee greeted me in the morning in my underwear, after I woke for school. But, I didn't drink you in those days, just warmed by your fire. Making up for lost time, and to stop being tired and/or late for work, you inspired me, lit my heart afire, lubricated a jaw with coherent words forming and flying free past lips that never moved so fast with ideas that never before materialized until you. And now you're banned in the kitchen of my heart, where I deny myself because it's not healthy. It's wrong to want to keep consuming you, coffee. Maybe, I should start smoking cigarettes. No. Worse idea. I'm going to start the coffee maker instead. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. I think I have a problem. Oh, well. Coffee... l l l ![]() 8.18.20 37 lines, freeverse I wrote this instead of starting the coffee maker so soon. 4:15 a.m. Hmmmm-mmmmm....I have a problem... ![]() |