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BACK DOOR BOY IN A FRONT DOOR WORLD
OUTSIDE OF SOCIETY - THAT'S WHERE I WANT TO BE
Morning Coffee 
20th-Jun-2009 11:49 pm
Almost sweltering dead air pushed by fan blades whirring overhead
Hazy, languid clouds of steam
Milky gray and stirring
Enrobed in the sweat of cast off grounds

One hundred year old hardwood moans
Complaining underfoot endlessly
Enduring the weight of those queued for a morning fix
In the breadth of these walls singing

I brighten with sugar
Cream plays against the currents
A watery flamenco dancer turning my cup tan
Moves like stretched silk over my tongue
Comments 
21st-Jun-2009 08:28 pm (UTC)
I loving the "playing against the currents" line.
22nd-Jun-2009 03:37 pm (UTC)
<3
24th-Jun-2009 01:34 am (UTC)
nicely done!
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