February 10, 2001

  • 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 M    atrix 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!

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