Coffee and rain

the smell of coffee and rain,
takes me back
it’s all white and black,
to the times simpler and sane.

i’ll be the last one leavin’,
before you close the door
& can’t scream no more,
i’ll lick your inside,
slowly sippin’,

like my hot black coffee
on a gray rainy evenin’.

Hello, it’s me

you are a caffeinated disgrace
a living cliche wearing blood-chromed clothes
you ironical being
keeping count
of your second-hand, original ideas
carrying your thoughts
stuffed into your pockets
and speaking your mind to
anyone, not everyone
the unfinished longings that tumble down
the endless pages you never finished
painstakingly jumbled together
into clever disarray
to make sense.