Waiter,
“give me a dark roast.”
Light low,
Lite creamer -
Proselytize
The dreamers
Into pure purity,
Extract the bits
And sediment
and leave only the bare minimum
left for living -
Happiness is redundant
For on this table
We’re drinking coffee,
Coffee with the caffeine
Of the nectar and ambrosia -
You’ll catch a hint
If you surrender to doubt,
You’ll catch a tang
If you surrender.
Transmutation
On your Butterfly
Mind -
Waiter,
“give me another.”
Don’t complain about the taste, or the lack thereof
One after the other
You’ll feel it creeping in
One after another
“Ah- ah- Ech!”
Don’t give me a hard time!
Just embrace the taste
Of N-Stoff coffee on your ignitable tongue -
“Bitter?”
No bitter, your bitter
This is better.