beneath a cup of coffee

beneath a cup of coffee,

you will find me,

as i stare off into space,

with that same dizzy distortion

on my face

which signals that i am thinking,

as i am drinking,

beneath a cup of black coffee,

that’s where you’ll find me,

hiding in a crowd

alone

twisted into a day-dream,

drifting off upon my randomness

of thought, caught up spider-web style

into my thinking again.

beneath a hot cup of black coffee.

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