coffee

coffee just isn't coffee

it's a world of audio and visuals

not to mention an underlying current

it's an ulterior motive, an objective

but it's not objective, in fact, far from

purely subjective, with an objective in mind

sounds foolish

i know, i was just there

the current was swelling, i made sure of it

down stream i thought

up stream it was

back to the past, far from any bright future

or wide expanse to pour into 

solemnly, i lurk at the edge

without intention, i've got none

completely empty, but wholesome

there's a surge, it's the current

i'm pushed further than the edge

to limbo, where i now dwell

where i was once cool

i am now beyond heat

it's humid, i'm addicted

and i've run out of things to say

imagery; too much

foresight becomes overwhelming

hindsight frightens me

being in now changes every time i think about it

don't think or analyse

be imaginatively illiterate

sound out no vowels, 

abandon your journey to a conclusion

instead, hold firm, despite the heat

take a sip, burn your tongue

smile occasionally, it's polite

let the warmth of sip cool you

run through the system, fix you

take you from limbo, back to the edge

where you so gracefully stand

coffee just isn't coffee anymore