Rocky Lagou

Insipid Cups of Coffee

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.