Coffee I

Entangled in a conundrum of unrepentant thoughts,
I seek a madness to the method I have bought.
Sometimes the bright side of things is tarnished, too.
At times, the collective voice of the outer world is cruel.
Before I dare to urge my brain to up-and-play,
I feed it coffee by throat intake each day.
I like it sweet and white but black is fine--
Whatever it takes to reclaim the mind that’s mine.

Coffee II

The first was a boost required for revival.
This time I’m loose and flirting with more gain.
Though the Matrix fixes me in the neural network,
This suck of brew helps shatter that game’s taming.
Sipped through a straw or drawn through plastic lid,
Like rocket fuel siphoned for the next ignition,
Sky-high’s the elevation now for which I bid--
God help the Matrix: it’s about to plead contrition.

Coffee III

I warned them but, of course, they would not listen--
Their silent planet now no longers glistens.
Detached but rocking my mind explores deep space,
“Another loss” they say, “he’s just another waste.”
I thank the brew of bean that got me here:
Now where I am which is, of course, nowhere!
This journey of many-thousand miles starting with one sip,
No stopping me I’m on a coffee trip!