hissing

hissing
it calls to me
demanding its tribute
given in moments of sipping
starbucks

[7:08 AM]
This is what you get when I get up at four in the morning so I can drop an envelope in a postbox three towns over so Ayeka’s post gets to its destination the same day it’s sent.

Yes, it’s about my coffee addiction. Deal with it. (Actually, I suspect some of you probably prefer my writing humerous little ditties than the longer depressed/thoughtful poems that seem to seep from me when I’m drinking/tired/depressed/stressed, but don’t want to say it for fear of my not doing the longer pieces anymore. 😉 To me, it makes a nice change at least from my being this dark brooding ball of Jewboy.)

Let’s see first if I can make it through today with some semblence of my sanity intact…