When they come to me to tell me about their love
broken fresh;
I just listen
sipping Cappuccino
with the taste that lingers long.

Then I sip again
before the last taste fades away.
You don't really know when exactly does it end.
The sip and fading away blend so natural.

You fall for someoone
and when it's fading away
you sip again.

The tastebud is ever so busy
Coffee makes you alive
so does love

maybe it's not about
the person you love,
it's just about love.

ten minutes to write.

score the music,

melancholic
the repetitive phrase,
but
I refuse it.

instead I bathtub splash
hard soft rockin' roll,
the boon dog now soaking,
quizzes my sanity
what does he know?

Score the life times.

five minutes to write.
trite crumpled,
hook-shot into the trash,
but trite costly,
one minute of a lifetime,
scared, sacred, but scored by
ruts, grooves, ex personas in my life,
the black markers of my insane
pushed under the water,
drowned by music.

One minute to write.

Poem:
a good start to the day,
please pass the soap,
shampooed the trash out of my life,
the rest, now to start.