Coffees On - Poem

Coffee’s On

I broke my head over the coffee pot

Red // Black // Gold

Cheap grounds // Amber earth

Cold Home // Stale upon purchase

Held it in my hands

Fingers tracing exposed bone

My skull spilled organics & mercury

Heavy metals and raw energy

Hijacked intellect, history and ideas

Tendons, nails, flesh I had yet to shape

I broke my head over the coffee pot

Blue flames licked my cheeks

Natural gas and stainless steel

I could wipe the blood before you’re home

I broke my head over the coffee pot

Blind receptors well met

Dry skin and cold sweat

Static noise, pen scratching

Red // Black // Gold

Cheap grounds // Amber earth

Cold Home // Stale upon purchase

My hands over the stove, so I might write this

Seared fingers tracing exposed bone

My skull spilled plague and childrens games