Coffee, coffee, drip drip drip
Makes eyes pop, with every sip

Some call it, a fine brown wine
Off the yummy, young bean vine

Robust in taste, like a sweet
Crystal sugar, for a treat

Turn the color, to a white
Sometimes makes you, feel just right

Or take it pure, in the black
Makes you shake, like you’re on crack

Have a small, to perk you up
Little happy, in a cup

Have a large, to blow your mind
Eyes bulge out, until you’re blind

Take it cold, on a hot day
Life turns gold, instead of gray

Take it hot, in the ice cold
To stay awake, eyes won’t fold

Coffee, coffee, sip sip sip
**** it’s gone, with no last drip

Caffeine wore off, in a flash
Mind shuts off, body will crash

My eyes are shut, I count sheep
Guess it’s time, to fall asleep

Imagine a worn glossy white couch
Take a seat
Relax
Breathe

The cruel world around you is your theater
Immense huge wall to wall screens
Making you feel so tiny
Super crisp high definition life picture
Able to shock your eyes and freeze your mind
Intense crystal clear vibrant sound
Making your ears pin tickle and teeth happy chatter

Observe and absorb this movie
The movie of one’s life
A crazy never ending story

What is the price to see this film?
Free
Just like life should be

Make sure you can take it all in
For this film is rated R
R for reality

A single rectangle, so still
With a massive crimson heart
Beating at a pace before death

Living there for all eternity
A poor painted man
A beaten down lonely person
His beard of pin pointed hairs
His mouth a fallen crescent
His eyes of drooped vision

Yes those eyes
So depressed
Wet melted look
Glazed over
Always following
With the same chilled stone stare

You can run
But he will never move
Just stare with that look
Those deep black hole eyes

As he stares at you
Feelings get deeper
A knife through the soul
Can you feel life pumping through this art?
This portrait?
This life?

Hands shaking; turn and face him
Stale heat surrounds the body from his frightening stare

Could it be from the absent painter?
Someone who put more of his heart’s passion in this piece
A thick brush dipped in pure liquid life
A painful stroke for each line of color
Until he painted himself to the canvas
Becoming his own work of art

Get closer
Stare deep into the thick bodied paint
This art lives
It breathes

Sparkled ice cream houses
Sugared in reds and greens
Smoke of cotton candy
Windows of jelly beans

Grass made of lime candy
In dirt of chocolate flakes
Berry gummy flowers
With petals made of cakes

Sky of blueberry juice
Shredded coconut rain
Jelly filled flying birds
With a custard filled plane

Streets a sheet of licorice
With frosted center lines
Marshmallow vehicles  
Speed and shoot out sweet wine

People of ginger bread
Wave hands of cold dough
They pucker cherry lips
Sweet powder kisses blow

Sweet delicious world
Young new tastes, not old
Packed together as one
In a sphere sucker globe