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Poetry and Lyricsi turn around.....
back to the curtains
puzzling at the people,
who are all around
who will greet us?
who's beneath us?
cry the pigs,
that wallow in the ground
the reason is beyond all reason
be the words that here resound
laid down here to wait
time, in motion, to figure it out
a sigh from my heart
waiting for the start
of the voices
giving me choices
slowly tearing me apart
outside i sleep
inside i weep
i am torn,
in haste i wander on
when fortunes dawn awaits
for someone special:
When we met our lives instantly became entwined,
laughter joy happiness
though you i met almost all i hold dear
in you i lost my fear
then i messed up
in sorrow i was flood
but forgiveness came
from one so gracious
our souls connected though our creativity
and i felt like i was flying though realms of ecstacy
and we laughed and cried
at the sheer ridiculousness of i
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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