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Caffeinated Capabilities


It kills me
Kills me
That I let such pale promises
Over-ride my synaptic sensibility
Letting this train wreck
Leave me maudlin and maddened
When it should have set me free

It kills me that for
Time that shall go uncounted
I sipped from cups of sweet tea
When I’m a sporadic coffee bean queen
Who rests her laurels on pads of paper
Wet with scrawls of ink

It’s like I was super-sizing my fries
At a time when salads suited better
The needs of my soul and my sanity
Like I regurgitated reality
For the intake of fancy free fantasy

And there I was,
Engaging in an Earl-grey fray
When my java jazz has been here
In front of me
My favorite café, right time of day
And I could have just poured the cream.

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