Cold Black Coffee
Cold black coffee
This poetic room
Green eyes slightly glossy
You know you aren't immune
Wind chimes speaking
You convince yourself you understand
A home you don't feel like critiquing
Because for once it is quiet and you still feel your headband
The headband you took off on Wednesday
Every line gets longer as your mind works too fast
You write down the messy thoughts convinced they are okay
You lost the bad thoughts, for your mind is too vast
I'd admit I don't write these, my poems aren't real
I can't tell if that's true
I see and I think, then I write and I feel
But I can't rhyme and I wish that you knew
I think I am nauseous
Stomach half full of this cold decaf coffee
Wish I knew cool stuff like how a pumpkin is monoecious
These words I don't know, can my body be wishy-washy
Book cover bent like it looks up at God
I can't know what it's begging
Maybe it can sense that I'm a fraud
I don't like reading and maybe that's upsetting
How come book covers tell a better story than my face
Don't judge by it's cover but they have and they will
Existential thoughts, I don't think I'm meant for this place
Perhaps what we call life is a side effect of some pill
Poem stanzas get too long
The more I think, the more I think
No, the repetition is not wrong
When there's dust in your eyes, two times you will blink
My body itches inside out
The silence is now ringing
Is it crickets, maybe cicadas, sanity I doubt
Can my minds music still be singing
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