rush hour: eulogy in espresso

[ianinna]

watch
as the cold causes the coffee to condense
but not before the caffeine short-circuits
your system:

a silent storm raging in a cup,
bottled-up emotions disguised as foam kissing the mouth.

drink up, crush the cup, and move on-

(same time tomorrow?)

here is your sandwich, to go.

070908

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here is poem one of a series (which i'm calling "rush hour") that revolves round everyday life, using coffee and cafes as metaphors to my madness. ._.

now i need to write the tabloa i owe ginny and the rest of at a standstill's chapter 2.