Posts tagged ‘coffee’

August 21, 2014

Lifestyles, I forget *(MPLS)

Heat index

Windless lungs

Torrential rain

Frozen months

 

Past pains

Tattoos reflect

Painted bodies

Empty heads

 

Pierced flesh

Slight regret

Walking home

Make amends

 

Life-styles

Cigar-ettes

Cold Coffee

Paid rent

 

Micro-brews

Common sense

Land-o-lakes

What day is it?

 

Doesn’t matter

I forget.

 

***

They are all the same anyway, and then they end. 

August 18, 2014

flat tires have transpired

Witness: flat tires have transpired;

U-lock and steel wires- cables,

odds and ends, curses,

fixed up again, pole stance.

 

Como commute now,

she sits near Black window-

steam, heat, and coffee aroma…

running to- somehow.

 

Girls stand at the bus stop bench

asking, ever simple

questions of schedules

and Joe’s market view edibles.

 

On! this box with wheels,

Alternatives- let it go.

 

Running thru humid air

Nalgene splash uneven

Hot breaths, punctual care

Step by step to there.

 

Flat tires have transpired.

Days described disrepair. 

August 7, 2014

downtown La Crosse, circa 2006.

Buying the Tribune
in the morning
in downtown La Crosse,
velvet touch-

A Coffee,
walk the redbrick sidewalk.

Past the Bodega,
and Chairs,
and last night’s Cigarette Butts,

washing dishes in the back of some restaurant.

Faux-Progressive airs;
Talking a lot, stale-
actions and words; NOTICE: they talk a lot.

Burnt-Out Transcendentalists,
watching drunks, and pre-cancer patients and cars being parked—

Save the day.

Wearing shorts under blue skies.

Call clandestine spies, looking up at the corner apartment window-
wondering what’s inside__
… As she wakes,

long legs lie.

Moving, thinking, that fresh brewery smell, now new adult.

In summer heat- beating down,
The Mississippi River on the breeze—cesspool,

I walked back from where I had come
trying to not feel so numb.

Because I had to walk back.

July 16, 2014

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken,
Plants, people, and mechanisms are touched by light.

Strange concepts we call life.

Buses roll out onto Dalmatian-potholed streets
as sun hits gazing eyes.

Water beads bejewel, adorning the
perfectly cut blades of
verdant grass.

Trash men collect garbage
swishing and slopping repugnant trash.

Commuters traverse out and through; up and down,
all around
big-small town.

This is no winter,
summer months of reprieve;
warm,
hot to sweat,
we lay at the beach.

Though always in motion;

The never still late nights,
even if we embody the hard to wake early mornings.

City Morgen
Intensely inviting,
Enticing to the outsider
a spider’s web for those who call it home.

You are here today
Taking it in-
on some corner of some neighborhood
in some way.

Lucky you,
Morning has broken.

June 19, 2014

Minor Details

Eyes in front,
Focusing on some high-rise Ant Farm

Minor details…

No coffee; none for sale.

Thoughts on our time
When contemporaries write on depression
And how they want to write,
Immodestly mentioned

Do they write for words or recognition?

In my mind,
At the beach
Shirtless,
An ex heroin addict describes me as fat- I react.

Paltry people
Trite intention
Sad appeal
Apathetic apprehension

Now,

Off to work
Watching busy professionals pace hard by
Begging for fame- notice me! They say.
-Under heavy skies.

April 25, 2014

Espresso Royale Observation

Leathered Leaves holding residence
Of standing in pots of dirt in present
These structures capturing the eyes
Outlined fine disguised greyed skies
Boxed and boarded in this casement
Of the light opposed save debasement
Terrarium rest the inquisitive patients
Along the observation deck, gauging at situation.

February 10, 2014

Mental Morning (Me Post-Structuralism)

A bunch of facts and a boom

I’m scattered across the floor

Quick! Run-            

Grab the broom:

Me Post-Structuralism

 

***

I lost my shit over breakfast this morning

The weather made me do it

 

Not the hangover

Or Clover

 

Oh, brother

No other lover

 

Apology of Autonomy

Soft as applesauce

 

Sometimes we make choices

Sometimes we get lost…

 

Raised red streaks down pale face shimmering

Of reckoning; today is the coldest day

One of those

‘Til tomorrow

Then we have to change yesterday’s name

 

Cold, sick, and hollow

Deep tracks we’ve followed

 

Cuddle long always

Wallow until warm stays

 

Over coffee, blank verse, and burnt toast

This one goes out to the one I love the most

 

I apologize profusely

To put it truthfully

 

Frigid weather courses through me

Computer screen’s bluey

 

Let’s make a hibernate date

I’ll change around Mid-May

 

Promise_

-Out-

December 5, 2013

Frozen Life

Frozen face,

Rest of me layered like an onion,

On track-tragen,

Zen composer, it gets colder,

Every day here on out,

Nights we don’t leave the house.

 

Lights tell us the season,

I can see other reasons,

Frost on tree tops bare,

Everyone is hardly prepared.

November 30, 2013

Travelers of the Hometown

With a moderate hangover we wake to unfiltered light.

A sign of the debauchery transpired last night.

 

Weather view tempts those to wander outside.

If they take time and mind to leave confines.

 

Travel,

Family,

And the Local Paper -

 

We barter borrowing the car to visit familiar strangers.

 

Beer,

Coffee,

Bowling,

And a Walk in the Books-

 

Finding matters of interest-vague yet specific,

Travelers of the Hometown, try? …

 

We didn’t even have to look.

November 11, 2013

Free Money

As if others don’t know it,

As if labels couldn’t show it.

A lot of them talk what they want.

Mostly their walk is below their thoughts.    

 

More importantly (near Starbucks at Lind Hall):

 

I found two pennies on the ground this morning,

I bent down.

 

Not too demanding of a task,

Yet it was:

Change of mind.

Exchange, interact, a reaction of mine.

Someone had left this in my path as I passed.

 

Pay penance for epiphany.

Couldn’t care of the cash, as if it were a hundred dollar bill in the trash -

Composure relaxed.

 

I guess we try to save.

 

Avoiding slippery slopes,

Remembering my lines,

Laugh like joke.

Choke like smoke.

 

Here in due time.

Thoughts steadily moving towards hope.

Belief, what a crime!

 

And at this moment I glanced at my watch, just out getting coffee.

Ask me awfully- Why I look down…

You lost me.

 

Eyes move as I measure the cost.

 

I promise ADHD.

 

You never know what could be found.

Things what won’t happen again.

Until you next look at the ground.

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