Dropfuls of gray tea
Splatter
Splitting
Walls.
Cigarettes burn
Boisterous voices.
You sit amidst the smoke
In search of spontaneous
inspiration.
Deceptions harbor
White truths of your being,
Stumbling
through society�s shuffle.
So�
You eat words,
Sopping them in creamy
cocoa
Like jelly doughnuts,
And you binge.
I've always been strangely compelled to devote a poem to all the poets that are utterly dedicated to their words and writing. Those which gave me the inspiration will rename nameless; however, it all started at a local coffeeshop.