Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning
You teeming engulfing earth,
you may have this flesh
it was never mine always yours.
Take it back, farm it out to the worms
grow apples from it or any common weed.
When it thrived it ran on time,
it was clock-worked and highly sprung
suspended above a rebounding energy
but now it turning into food
and all the little hungry mouths
of a consuming soil wait to be fed.
I have this brain still
it is wired up to a creaking puppet.
I can write of things
only a dying brain can see.
I have within me an undying light
a light that I grew out of s single seed
of God
and I am keeping that
or rather God is.
It will be planted again in Elysium
where suns flower new worlds,
where bodies are dandelion clouds
each one a time-machine
for timeless minds.
I understand it feels broken
but only an aortic aneurysm,
or some other medical complication
can callout its appointed hour.
It is not defunct nor done for,
unless it has been ripped out of you
with a stone knife
by some blood-crazed Aztec priest
while you were still alive.
It was never a thing to be sacrificed.
It is not poisoned unless you poison it.
If it’s still beating
then it is still wired-up to your soul,
still the time bomb it was created to be,
still working for your eyes to open
to an even greater love and reality.
Your heart will break
when it forsakes you for a higher mission
until then -
take heart.
All wired up and ready to go.
Why did I have to get here at six?
Got a bit antsy when they wanted to shave me
Orderly seemed to have a nervous tick
All wired up for a couple of days
Doc said check him for a blood pressure raise
Said not to worry
On the contrary
Happens to a lot of us in the final phase
All Wired Up
Bird on a wire with an art gun. Oh not in the sky. Stoned on turtle cigars. No flying. Light headed oh yes. Sickness from high speed turns? Feel the G force kick in on those wicked turns. I watch you with envy. Wish I could fly like that. Better than the green lizard thirty feet up on a wall. He can climb vertically. You can fly in three dimensions. Which is cool. Put there by a witch? No by Mother. She smiles from a down at me from a sickle moon. In a verdant powder sky. How do I fit into all of this. I watch. No more.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Freedom tastes like fresh air,
that very first sigh
when the work clock finally strikes five;
Freedom smells like new money,
when you can leave the house
spend it, come back and throw a party;
Freedom looks like an open road,
as you smile and say
‘I’ve got all the time in the world
and absolutely nowhere to go.’
Freedom sounds like someone with no fear,
all wired up on passion
as they stand and bravely say
the truth that no one wants to hear;
Freedom feels like a shooting star
unlimited energy you can go so far;
freedom is only being limited
by who you think you are.
YET TO BE RECOGNIZED AS BEST
CONTESTED, IN THIS OUTING SEEN THE WORLD
ABROAD AS NUMBER ONE
BEST OVERALL, IN THE MIST
OF THE STIFFEST COMPETION
CONTENDED AND CHAMPIONED.
THAT ALL IN ATTENDANCE
CAN LOOK TO THIS MAN AND SPEAK HIS
NAME AS THE BEST IN THE WORLD, UNIVERSE,
AND GALAXY !
CAUSE THERE'S ASLEINS LOOKING AT US, THEY FOUND AWAY TO
SEE WHAT WE'RE DOING.
THEY WIRED UP DEVISE TO MAKE TELEVISIONS
LISTENING DEVISES.
WE KNOW AND ALL OF YOU KNOW IT.
MAYBE HE ONLY RECOGNIZES HIMSELF AS BEST.
AND WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT SOMETHING
THAT HE DOESN'T BELEIVE IN HE CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU.
I stammer and stutter
Trying to find words
I am all muddled up
Tongue-tied
I guess I am dumb
I just can’t seem
To make sense
To you what I mean
Am I wired up wrong?
Are my wires crossed?
Do I have wires at all?
What are these wires Doc.
You are putting on my head?
I think it is shocking
They way they treat people
These days
All I needed –was to be loved
Love is action- not only in words
Understanding is -the wellspring of life
©? Brenda V Northeast 1st Jan. 2011
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