"caffeinate" poems
I feel the last few spare hairs fall away from the crystallized tower on top of my scalp
as our adopted mother walks by
spitting smoke into the breeze
which is blowing away from us,
letting the words
"I do wish you could just kiss and make up"
spread along the outline of the fading smoke
coming from nowhere obvious
spurred on by nothing.
I hear the voice behind me agree
and I murmur my own agreement
but I see none of that when I look into the eyes of her eldest daughter
I see no chance of me rekindling anything
with the girl inside, cleaning the kitchen alone.
For the first time in three years
I see no love for me in her eyes
and I watch her hands pick up papers and ***** dishes
and realize that they will no longer be in mine
I see words hidden behind her eyes
but realize I will never hear them
as I run through the kitchen on my way to the bathroom
to expell from my bladder my attempt to caffeinate her away,
as I run through her house, my second home
and realize she hasn't even bothered to meet my eye today.
I look in the mirror at my hair
and smile wide, forgetting the tears that have been frozen in my eyes
since I realized that I had lost
the first person to find me
the first person to find out who I was,
so I smile as I look in the mirror and see someone completely different
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
the anti-siren alarm song
collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm,
fidgeting infinitesimally,
the tangled engine of acidic tubes
combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza
all of sparta trembles
stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes,
cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split,
as two stumbling gargantuan steps
off the promontory of your bed
lead an unguided hand to the light-switch
the florescent hum gnaws at you
a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth
“caffeinate me”
a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss
'the stairs', a godly ascent
an ascent for winged creatures of light
creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes
legs whose construct are Dalían,
nightmarish vaulting apparatuses,
whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight,
as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides
and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes
as the distance between two mustard seeds grows
and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse
we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality.
resignedly, we take the first step
the next twelve follow succinctly.
we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine
only to be halted by a question
a sempiternal question,
a question of mythic, unverifiable stature
a plaguing question,
a question rooted
in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones,
rooted in the seeping pathos
of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle:
but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee
the world is right-side up again.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
I drink Redbull for dissociation,
Trying to caffeinate my desperation,
As if I could vibrate into the 4th dimension
To find myself again.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Volcanic eruptions of heated magnanimity
Of which your words so beautifully emulate
Ascending, climbing, yearning to be free
As this slope's liquid hopes coagulate
You are the fragrant needles on each spruce tree
Surrounding delicately the base of longed-for fate
The occasional, intense craving of anonymity
Only a thinking man's mind to create
You are a glacier of fast-flowing tranquility
The magma lines to caffeinate
Each passing mountain of abnormality
Is never keen to underestimate
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Dawn at the Waffle House
The official Waffle House “Good morning!”
This morning is a barely audible solo
An exhausted night-shift-ending yawn-out
From a waitress who has served eight hours of hope
The morning cops, all uniformed and young
Pop in to caffeinate; an old man owns
His corner booth, still searching for the truth
And a signal among the fluorescents
*The celebrant elevates the coffee ***
And now the sun will rise, the night will pass
And all will celebrate this morning mass
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
Coffee bean
Live a caffeine life style
Feel a bit flat white
Drinking up your Java
Nothing going right
Off you go to marshals
Coffee quick to go
Can’t stop now for friendship
Got to work you know
Get into the office
Sitting at your place
Don’t you get your lifestyle?
Caffeinate rat race
Always in a hurry
What’s the hurry for
Got to earn a living
Got to get some more
Growers don’t plant poppies
Theirs nothing left to glean
Just dig up the garden
And plant some coffee bean
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
Writers block is a state of mind
Pour yourself out
Fill your cup
And caffeinate
Don't ****
But live the time
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Caffeinate
Try not to hate
Only create
once-Devastated
And now mediated
Sealed and fated
Better off
Getting off
The lights down low
See nice and slow
But she said no
So on we go
The daily grind
Chewing up my mind
12 hr days
But getting paid
No sleep in sight
I put up a fight
Stretched to the limit
Now you swimmin in it
Tapped line straight to Feds
Closin in and now I'm seein red
closing in, and yeah
They closing in
Mind alert
Goin berzerk
Hurry up it'll be too late
Go ahead and Fill up my plate
Over flow
The lights down low
They'll never know
Down we go
You in too deep
Too late for sleep and so we
Caffeinate.. And yeah we caffeinate
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC