Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry

fire at the caffeine factory

if starbucks burns down i’ll become one of those hopeless people
a human being in appearance
broken elavator on the inside

when starbucks burns down
i say when because
so many of my friends are convinced it will happen
on account of my dependency for
extra-shot-half-sweet-java-chip-frappucinos
that divine intervention would be
appropriate at this point

when it burns down

my son will have to watch me
a ruined man of 44
crawl the streets
sniffing asphalt cracks in the faint hope
of one last hit of sweet
roasted goodness

not knowing if it’s tuesday
wednesday
or thursday night
and forgetting to pick him up
from badminton practice

when starbucks burns down
my wife will leave me
not because of the state that i’m in
but to fly to seattle
in a desperate fit to slam one last
skinny caramel macchiato
before she blows her brains out

when starbucks burns down
the children of tomorrow
will become the children of today
because no one old enough to know
what caffeine smells like
will have any fucking clue what to do
with their lives anymore

-05.30.18

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Trying to find the right words.

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