How I Like My Coffee

Strong enough to lift me, a marionette who only feels when strings are plucked
Collecting dust in a closet coffin
Listening to muffled life on the outside

Strong enough to propell me, figurehead, cutting sea stretched taught before my prow
Wood wearing, beaten numb by waves
Praying for dock and harbor

Strong enough to press diamonds in my kidneys
Passing through internal waterways that tingle but never burn
Sewers hiding secrets, silent in a shadow cloak

Strong enough to give me power over things that render me powerless
to put time in a chokehold and catch my fading youth in a cup
subverting the metaphysical will of god, and rewriting the code of reality

Strong enough to alert my brain to every underling agony
and bitter enough to purge the pain by comparison
Bitter as the hour before sorrow seems the next day, looking out on a sea of grief without end

Bitter enough to fix my lack of resolve
to rectify my crooked pallette's expectations,
distract me through the tiny tragedy of waking.
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
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