Monday, October 25, 2010

Monday, October 25, 2010

I drink so much Sumatra
In the early morning
That by the time daylight is bright
I’m debilitated by hiccups.
This ritual doesn’t have a name.
You could almost call it torture.
I hick and I cup so much that all my company
Runs away. And then it’s just me
Swimming in coffee
Without a witness I’m witless
And rarely described as an example of fitness.
I am the eye of my caffeine hurricane
And my hiccups are making me insane.

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