We celebrated on a ship abroad in a coffee shop.
We took our order to go, the view of the street clear.
The people smiled and adored their conversation.
A debate of what to try.
What to order.
This delicious smell.
Brewed dark, served light.
Foam covered lips.
A slited cap to release steam.
And here we are merely afloat.
We blend into the flavor.
I don't think I'll find a place as great.
An iceberg has sunken our ship.
Stirred around until all has dissolved.
This sailboat of ours coming to an end.
Crashing against our lips.
Directly against our tastebuds.
With us the remains of sweet rummage and cream

Me and my coffee
Coffee is part of me,
and me is part of my coffee.

Coffee brings me to joy
Me brings my coffee to my phantasy,
and we're related each other.

Me and my coffee,
we have our own world;
we have our own happiness;
and,
me and my coffee,
is one of the best couple.

a scholar
is by
name and
read this
prose aloud
when the
5 Spot
as xgiving
is where
he's deserved
the staple
and wear
the cape
as formidable
in the
crowd and
bring cogito

Sabía el día de mi perecer,
Navegue sin pensarlo,
Te busque en los campos de café,
En cada grano perfumado,
Me sumergí en los pozos
De líquido arábigo,
Cada sorbo sin hallar valentía,
Te busque en mi cuarto,
Entre el papel, también en mi desorden,
Solo me topé con sentimientos,
Pero no te encontré,
Hasta que te vi al fin
Echo de trigo, de maíz,
Sangrabas café, pero no flaqueaste,
Pude sonreír otra vez.
Héroe te encontré lleno de fuerza,
Y recordaste todas aquellas aventuras
Todas las victorias, al perforar mi mente
pude levantarme y ser héroe de grano perfumado,
De líquido arábigo, con cabello de maíz y corazón de trigo.

a bitter and cold journey
for the daily dose of coffee
of a girl who’s silently
screaming ‘save me’