Smelling Coffee Long Before

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Smelling coffee long before
These tired eyes were ever meant to open
Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people
No time like now, so here’s to hopin’
The day started & it’s past time to rise
One foot out & eventually the other leg
I’m going to need more of this magic juice
I feel society comin’ at me like the damn plague

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The Carcasses Of Inspiration

 

 

 

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The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

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I’m just trying to live my life
Extending some gratitude along the way
Showing the people how I can love
For we never know when it’ll be our last day
I don’t always wake up with a smile
But it’s always easier if I somehow do
Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass
Together with a grin; I’m gonna make it through

Just Keep Pouring Me The Coffee

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Just keep pouring me the coffee. I’ll need it to keep warm. The air conditioning is over the top. I can’t handle it. The nights are long and they keep getting longer. I don’t feel the loneliness as much as I used to. But then again, I don’t feel much anymore. I’ve closed myself off from everyone and everything. You cannot save my soul, so please stop trying. I know I’m broken. I’ll probably never get over it. But that’s just the way life is going to be. People swarm around me, but I can’t feel anything towards them. I want to feel something again. I see those young ladies walking around in those short skirts. Yes, I’d like to do dirty things with them, but my tainted soul is no longer for sale.

A Woman Not Marked, Boiled In Thought

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A woman not marked, boiled in thought
Slowly escaping melancholy with each sip
Sitting, staring out her kitchen window
Contentious dreams emitted from parted lips
Coffee can stimulate a bored mind
The house to be prepared for a festive banquet
A morose morning, lingering in the cool air
Providing a bounty for the Heavenly set

Inside Out

 

“She pulled up beside me in her Suburban Assault Vehicle, that way she could literally look down on the world around her.

I could instantly tell she was a beautiful woman, at least physically. There was no mistaking that, even with the severe look on her face. I couldn’t see a trace of a smile, just a blank expression.

She had taken care to make sure she was put together correctly. You could tell that there was a right way and a wrong way to everything. She was outfitted in the typical suburban yoga uniform.

It felt like the announcement that she took yoga classes was more important than the actual lifestyle choice and health benefits. Everything about her dripped with insincerity.

I tried to offer her a polite, friendly smile. Maybe she needed some kindness to break down the stress in her life.

The glare was epic. Her disdain for me being of the lower classes was almost tangible. I could tell she wholeheartedly believed she was superior to me in every way. She didn’t know the first thing about me, yet there she was being snobbish.

She tucked her yoga mat under one arm and grabbed her water bottle that cost about a half a day’s wage for me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her pants were on inside out.”

 

 

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I took a sip of my coffee. It had finally cooled. The white, plastic lid was covered in the froth which had bubbled out of the hole.

“Did that really happen? It sounds like anyone one of those weird stories you write. Particularly the ones that don’t really have a point.”

“No, I promise, Scout’s Honor. I went to get a hair cut this morning and fate would have our path’s cross. Lucky for me, I was able to meet such a charming creature.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

“Probably.”

 

 

  • previously posted in an alternate universe

Waitress, You May Refill My Coffee Now

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Waitress, you may refill my coffee now
Mornin’ Miss, your sight is such a relief
Today I’ll be renewed, fresh & free
Been plucking the wharves from my teeth
My heart had been down on its luck
Though today I’m feeling much better
That woman’s no longer haunting me
I decided to throw out her final letter
Stepped right up to the edge of the bridge
I threw it out to the unforgiving sea
Those papers floated off forevermore
All I need today is this perfect coffee
I’m different & she doesn’t exist
Think I’ll head down to the corner
Flag down a taxi & go for a ride
Take back taxes stolen by Jack Horner
Heard he was dealing cards
At SOMA’s famous jook joint
Heard he was spending my money
With my rusty pistol I’ll anoint
Thank you, ma’am for this cup
I’ll come back, if you please
I don’t get many conversations
Quite as pleasant as these