Rubiaceae Coffeae
what happened she asked
handing me the cup
but my eyes were fixed on tomorrow
I looked dazed at the glow
of stars that already died tired
coffee usually takes me out of the trance
I swallow the pills and it's January
should I explain to her that I live in a fictional movie?
i could be so much better than that i thought
could be more human and eat broccoli
forget skies stars comets planets
because they need me on the streets
taking fines and shopping
moving the ITIN of this anguish
but i don't believe it
the universe call me smiling
and she should understand:
where I come from
coffee is drunk hot
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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