hotel 50

we stand together

midway through life

a social distance from the muddy

banks with tablets coloring

an endless supply of rain

the hotel carpet prints a map 

we refuse to follow 

on fumes of espresso

we live on endless supply 

of dreams


love over coffee

the essence steeped

clouding my energy then


i put down my pen

leather bound journal open

faced in the café i

closed my eyes and thought 

of you

our energies once

commingled here

the pressure of heat on water the

steam submerged in milk

endlessly colored by

coffee how we met eyes

ina non-committal

slightly disinterested


i felt you

looking over me i could taste

you tasting me

steeped in me

the essence at first clouded

my energy


then i was

i was


hyde park cafe

all is elevated
this floor over the earth
this table the grain flush
above the floor the arms
of the couch free
falling bodies at half a perpendicular
snaking lethargically like
my thoughts

eight sided glasses
opening rims up to the sky
fan blades cutting through a plane
brass reliefs flowering
rooted to the ceiling

thursday night
all is elevated
twenty three
high on coffee high on

skatin the i.ball

in a crowd i was
a thief my eyes shifty my
shadow darted into grates
hands in pockets pupils
skating the eyeball
in circles. an object of
derision a sinking

alone i was birth
and death and
neverending i
drank my coffee
after five hours

my moment

i was left

i was shy i
longed to