I have visions of you in my cubicle
standing over my work
& me behind you,
standing over you,
checking my work
& we get nothing accomplished,
but rapid fireworks.

A robust, full bodied cup of coffee
The resounding zeros and dated euphemisms
The criminal and large and I sitting
He has something to say I tell him to spit it out
He says he knows I'm holding out on him and tells me to cough it up

I adhere to his demand and pull out my rucksack and empty it out on the shellacked table

Cream of tartar
Cumin
Cloves
Bay leaves    
Clovers
Ginger
Mustard seeds
Anise
A plethora of extracts and Madagascar vanilla bean

I give in because this guy has a murderous track record nine miles long
While I have a lifelong loosing streak
I dare not try and petition him with defiant excuses and off the hook tones

He needed these things to prepare a meal for his dying father
He suffers from hangnails and trend followers
As his son follows a dark path that is a far cry from a path that will lead to a career

The criminal gathers the vials of herbs and spices with tears in his eyes and goes on his way
I sit and finish my coffee unfazed and understanding

To be continued...

I have traveled
through time barriers
& the cosmic dust.

I have seen the abyss
& come back,
fallen.

I have returned
& I still burn,
a part of the sun,
forever.

The
World
Is
Fuelled
By laughter,
And today the world is just a little less funny..