dizzying drips in the espresso's wake
pool of foam on the counter's face
facade of daily blather
hiss of saucer's edge
rusty change scattered loose.
in this,
I find the mystery of human use.
what we're for
why we're there
the arm that pours
the lips that curve
the standing, tired legs that shout
"I serve."
"I did it." and
"I'm f****ing out."
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
dizzying drips in the espresso's wake
pool of foam on the counter's face
facade of daily blather
hiss of saucer's edge
rusty change scattered loose.
in this,
I find the mystery of human use.
what we're for
why we're there
the arm that pours
the lips that curve
the standing, tired legs that shout
"I serve."
"I did it." and
"I'm f****ing out."
