Coffee Note

Loud, ready to push this fading
penner. Now that I’m home, I have
to work. Rest doesn’t include us.
At least that’s what Sylvia told me,
in so many words. But then what’s
after this? No one can counsel to
that choir. Shorting wires.. Need this
machine to further rush its rush.
Deciding to fraction my ration–

Ready for my trial. Immediate sip,
refuel. Space for monsters, only so
they can summersault on game board.
Amusing, at least to me. Wading in a
normality peninsula. Find shore, late.