Creativity and Coffee
Creativity and coffee go together
and fear is fury’s ghost.
Frustration’s on my daily schedule
and I lunch with pain more than do most.
There’s creamer in the cupboard
and my dreams upon a shelf,
the fridge cools down my anger
but cannot soothe my burning self.
Truth it seems proves no salve
but lying makes it worse,
and slits across my arm only
speak in words so terse.
Caffeine fuels my fading heart
and it thumps a rhythm slow,
and the words they come in phrases
oh so dear to have so known.