a cup of coffee

i’ve downed

to drive me around

university deadline cliff edges

and slowly through

the sounds of revelry

sits barely sipped

stomach still

churns as the chirps

burn open curtains

in the back of a Fed-Ex truck

thoughts stacked and scattered

in boxes battered from brakes

stuffed like a dead otter’s corpse

placed behind museum walls

chasing a beat

that only hits

after leaving these streets

choose to drink in the quiet

a peaceful corner of the riot

bus exhaust monologues

carry me through Europe

help me fall in love