The thermos spews a silly steam
Like a beehive gone awry.
The brim steams only with vapor now.
Naturally, the water burns.
To touch a scalding pot of coffee -
Oooooh, such danger.
Don’t wake up.
When the singe blisters the skin,
Those burn like tattoos
Covered and lubricated and nurtured in the sun
Vitamin D pulsing all the same
With that dream deferred all the same
With his old same old safe bet…
With his old same old safe bet…
Or maybe it was the caffeine
But those are just stimulants.
What really wakes you up?
A dizzy spin turns the mind
When it waits for the splash of Joe -
That acidic blast down in the veins
Like an arctic wind or a solar flare -
Something cosmic and galactic.
(Too grandiose
For you).
The ornery evening splashes the gut;
It coats the senses with a heightened sense,
Nothing more than a general tone of self-importance.
I cheated myself like I knew I would.
When they pour whiskey I know it’s for me
So I’m kind of a big deal.
Pople idolize bourbon brands;
Who could blame them?
Everyone really has the right,
Particularly, in this life
If you’re allowed to pick your own poisons.
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