the coffee
is spicy
today
[and by spicy
i mean strong
pretty
darn
strong]
and we actually went out
last night
[though not to “night life”
but to a show
an important show
a beautiful show]
and spoke
with friends old and new
afterwards
it was lovely
but now it’s morning
and i have things i have to do
[and kip has sleep
they never
get]
so i’m drinking this
spicy/strong coffee
to try to just get up and go and do
[and it just started snowing
i hate the cold, but
it’s beautiful]
the only bad part
about enjoying coffee in the morning
is the moment when
there are naught but dregs in the bottom
and you have to admit
there is no more coffee to drink
in your mug.
[but, if you’re lucky, there’s more in the pot
where it all came from
and you can enjoy more
right there and then
from whence the first cup came from,
or in an hour (or so)
if you prefer your coffee
cold]
why
do i so often feel like
coffee is my only friend?
i have many close companions,
even more friendly acquaintances
that i’ve bared my soul to
at a moment or two,
but when left to my own tired devices
in early mornings or late late nights
with no one around
i think to myself “coffee, you’re the only one
i can turn to,
the only one
who understands
the truth of my heart
and the heart of my mind”
it’s so silly to think this way
about an inanimate
ingestible
thing
[whose main cause for being
is the caffeine, which barely affects me
so…even sillier, it seems
to pray at the altar of this
bitter black bean juice
but damn, that seems to be
my only religion
and i stand by it]
kipventures 