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
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