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Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin Surround my feet. Tiny specks spilt From a nonchalant cupboard. Effective, yet useless Down by me feet. Gather the specks And boil the concoction! Mix the beverage And pour it into a cup! Drink, ******* drink! How morose. How macabre. The dog has moved to another tree. The ***** merely ignores it. Rejects it. Give a visage of violence. It’s alright now, you’re safe. She calls again. You answer. The tree is not the tree. But a special tree. A sip, a sip, take another sip. Gulp it and see. See the busy bumblebee, And the ascending anathema And the cacophanous **** It is all beautiful. Ambiguous. Curious. How odd, the drink I consume. And there you stand. Oblivious to me. I call and you turn, briefly. Are you a ghost? Angel? Demon? I don’t know. But you begin to blur. It cannot be stopped. I will miss you. Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin: What a beverage. What a drink. No bricks. No lemons. Just my serendipitous spill. If only I had Grounds of capsaicin and caffeine.
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Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
Coffee and Pepper
Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin Surround my feet. Tiny specks spilt From a nonchalant cupboard. Effective, yet useless Down by me feet. Gather the specks And boil the concoction! Mix the beverage And pour it into a cup! Drink, ******* drink! How morose. How macabre. The dog has moved to another tree. The ***** merely ignores it. Rejects it. Give a visage of violence. It’s alright now, you’re safe. She calls again. You answer. The tree is not the tree. But a special tree. A sip, a sip, take another sip. Gulp it and see. See the busy bumblebee, And the ascending anathema And the cacophanous **** It is all beautiful. Ambiguous. Curious. How odd, the drink I consume. And there you stand. Oblivious to me. I call and you turn, briefly. Are you a ghost? Angel? Demon? I don’t know. But you begin to blur. It cannot be stopped. I will miss you. Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin: What a beverage. What a drink. No bricks. No lemons. Just my serendipitous spill. If only I had Grounds of capsaicin and caffeine.
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Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
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