Up since five a.m. today exploring
others’ words.
Your dreams and hopes, fears and tears,
stirred into my coffee.
I take it black,
unsweetened,
not bitter.
I drink it down in earnest
appreciation of the full flavour,
picked and gathered
from plants
nurtured
around the globe.
Each bean picked
to give a mix
flavoursome
to my palate.
I inhale from leaves too.
First meal of the day.
Two drugs
with the words
makes three.
Nicotine and caffeine
coursing through
bloodstream
with words fed onto pages.
Sad words,
hopeful words,
words that speak of deepest feelings and thoughts.
They touch me.
Nourishment
swallowed and inhaled
with coffee
and cigarettes.
And appreciated.
Addictive manna,
nectar to my needs.
Nicotine,
coffee
and soul connections.
I rinse my mug, stub out my cigarette, close my kindle and begin my day.
It’s almost seven now.
Two hours of addiction satisfied.
But they will invite me back
for lunch.
scottishmomus 