Light, medium, or: Dark

My 1st Sheshire A memory still gnaws at me; I was self-righteous in my youth. One week, my parents had headaches; Erring, they'd bought... decaf coffee. A jerk, I smirked, learning the truth Of their addiction and mistake. Then, in college, t'was a café... Across the street from my dorm room. I'd drink cappuccinos and… Continue reading Light, medium, or: Dark

Sugar, or: Cream

A Cleave poem I dissolve like instant coffee and artificial sweetener in boiling water tasting almost natural but not really because it becomes me, infuses my neurons even as I recline backwards with greater force than caffeine upon my spinal cord ever did pensively, even more so than when I drink Black Label Brewed Coffee… Continue reading Sugar, or: Cream

Cream, or: Sugar

A Limerick There's a singular magical cherry, Without which ~ mornings could get hairy. Many who fancy caffeine Believe its seed is a bean, Which... when dried, milled & roasted makes merry! d'Verse poetics 'Always in Season' At d'Verse, poets were prompted to let fruit find its way into our poems; and as far as… Continue reading Cream, or: Sugar

Coffee, or: Ambrosia

My 1st copla real One point at the back of my head That is where all the caffeine goes I quiver, held up by a thread Until thick dark ambrosia flows Without which I'd rather be dead Lethargy and feebleness spread My mind convulsing in dry throes Running late is what I most dread While… Continue reading Coffee, or: Ambrosia