Empty cup

oh coffee cup
oh coffee cup
you stare at me
with your
bottom bare

I shall refill you
with more
lucious brown
and boost my buds
with flair

Steam rising

subtle
stringy
strands

caffeine
clouds
caress

the

immediate
ideal
interaction

between

tongue and cheek
tantalizing
treasure

whilst

softly
silently
sipping

steam rising

black raven
sitting on a fence
feeling blue
don’t know what to do

waiting for death
to come to his gate
was it eyes of a human
he recently ate?

looking at me
if I were its prey
too big to handle?
maybe some day…

your duty lies
with humble pies
as you’re
the local baker

presumably
to save up
ample dough
for the undertaker

the familiar smell
I know it all too well
the daily spell
of garlic
and beef
every day
at 6
good grief

all around
the clinking sound
of pots
n pans
the roaring noise
of kitchen fans
my cooking neighbors
not my choice…

none
is left
but angst
and greed

we’ve
only got
you dread
to feed

none
is right
but we’ll
survive

and
resume
consume
in overdrive

luscious liquid
hot and brown
confined in china
I drink it down

picked up by ear
frothed with milk
I swallow it slowly
smooth as silk