Thursday, December 11, 2008

Coffee

Just me and my coffee


Here I am,
out on the streets
cold and alone
with no one but my coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


wandering through memories,
down roads long forgotten.
a whiff the past lingers on,
like dregs in a cuppa coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


a strange aroma binds me,
draws me in on this li'l trip, insanity.
it's where I have been me.
and I wasn't only with my coffee.


so much more, now
dredged away through time.
filtering down
now it's just me and my coffee


I could be anywhere in the world,
on a road, on the streets,
in a club, hitting the beat.
yet tomorrow I know where i'll be


back at home with my coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


cousin put a tune to it - listen in to other work by her at http://www.stereofame.com/#/minoti

Sunday, December 07, 2008

I wore each one

Until I could bear it no longer,

until they smelt like me

Where did he go?

Just a weekend trip, he said,

to the feilds and back.

He'd then take me for a ride,

He'd see us through these aging times.

Just a weekend trip,

to the feilds with the ol' boys,

awakening some elephantine memories.

The feilds were baited

the elephants, traps

the ol' men, fatally trapped.

I did have a my ride,

the First and last of it's kind

memories of him with me to my grave.