Coffee and poetry, 

Literary, as well

as pretentious, sipping our 

lattes in Starbucks,

but being happy.

While the saline memories go

drip, drip, drip

and still in all this mess 

I fear I'll trip, slip, flip

Does dualism thrive

within you?

demystifying like a hazy glass of water

cooling and fuzzy; I stayed in Mississippi a day too long

And when the watchman had struck the gong

I grew antlers and twittered this song.

That made the birds jealous as it once left my mouth.

As words let free

But civilly, still

If you don't mind much my knowing

I'd much like to know your mind.