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
in the kitchen of my heart, where
I deny myself because it's not healthy.
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.
I think I have a problem. Oh, well.
37 lines, freeverse
I wrote this instead of starting the coffee maker so soon. 4:15 a.m. Hmmmm-mmmmm....I have a problem...