Cup O' Joe

The coffee perked its way through the house, blinding my ears with black and dark blue hues. Bruised, I go for my first cup o’ joe. The first sip blinds my eyes causing tears of red and green to form, then fall, scattered like starfish Across the sand. I set the cup aside and set myself to a task waiting for it to cool. Alas, when I return The hot liquid is cold and joins my feet in a chilling dirge. And I’m off to the microwave… Rinse, Repeat