Coffee salvation
Caffeinated ambrosia
Beloved Barista

**** up
your daily dose of caffeine
and face the world
with nothing else but
an empty slate for hope
and
a drained cup of faith

Coffee and tea
where would I be
without thee?

Half dead
still in my bed
whether or not
by one too many
a shot.

I am on a pastry
I am kneading dough
You could just as well say
That I am on a roll.

Caffeine is a flame
That ignites my strangest thoughts
And makes me look weird.

My poems don't have titles
But who likes reading "Unnamed"?
If they were all called "Untitled"
Then they would all look the same!

Titles are so boring
I wish I could paint for each one
A portrait of the image
The poem reminds me of.

If I was better at naming
Then maybe they'd have better names
But as far as I can see
I could as easily call this one "James"

I have a dream
Of a world where names aren't needed
But that won't happen now
Unless I barge on unheeded

I feel very random
Because "Let It Go"'s stuck in my head
It's driving me crazy
I'd rather sing "Let It Burn" by RED

This is me on chai tea
This is me when I've had a long day
I don't care what anyone thinks
I don't care what anyone'll say

I'm really going to do it
I'll write a poem with no name
Maybe it'll be glorious
And maybe it'll be lame.

But whatever happens to it
I think I'll go back to before
When poems and books had names
And titles were nothing more.