It lives

It’s four twenty in the morning plenty of time to write this, I’m yawning but only because it’s four twenty in the morning. The coffee helps me to see almost like glasses oh really? then as each minute passes and I see more clearly I become nearly human another oh really? Tuesday’s the day and…

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Cinder toffee

Coffee’s done and I’m about to be, Werk or work when I put my glasses on passes all understanding. if it’s the opium of the working class I should abstain. But I’ll go again what else? perhaps I like the pain or maybe it reminds me that all that glitters is usually hoar frost. Lost?…

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Square bottles

The chicory coffee sounded good to me a little bit ‘Camp?’ well, maybe, but who could blame me for having two cups?…

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When is it time to go home?

At least the coffee’s hot and understands me unlike today that just backhands me, Is it too early for a glass of wine? My life gets stuck on tic tac toe a no win, no win, no point to go on, but I go on because I’m an awkward cuss. I saw the universe come…

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Wishlists

It was the Summertime in Amalfi where sweet love and sweet wine flowed freely. In the monastery which was once San Pietro della Canonica and now is the Hotel dei Cappuccini we had cappuccino and then had to go to the Piazza dello Spirito Santo…

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Latte to go

It pushes the buttons and the engine’s okay but the wheels won’t turn. I know people like that like a cold flat white nothing there to write about moving on. Life’s a juggle between the King and the Queen. Trying cappuccino and that makes the engine go but the wheels will still not turn and…

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Unnecessary details

I could play violin for you or knock out a hymn or two just give me a clue what you’d like. A gravy boat sailed at dawn into the eye of a storm and that was the day Jesus was born, coincidence? She winks at me thinks I’m Nijinsky and plays the piano like Rachmaninov…

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The fairy tower

You might have to break the glass but the window of opportunity is there.   The wishing well had a silver bell.   I obeyed instructions carefully laid out, wished my wish and watched my life being played out on a forty inch, high definition, state of the art shopping cart, not what I wished…

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