Bitter Nervosa

the morning grind

Bitter Nervosa

6:12 after midnight, his black box
an inconvenience.

Cuban crack coffee trickles
into the grinder with full body
excellence, Café Bustello
sustains me.

Maracas.

My morning musical
and a nice contrast
to this nebulous cognition,
30% chance of shine.

The divine swine
shoves her breasts in my face,
lips wet with tar
and black Spanish sand,

I watch that East Jackson prostitute
sell twenty dollar come-rides
from the back of an’82 pickup.
A sheet stained with lies

thrown aside apathetically,
inconveniencing her  decency.