and it begins,
the heat and noise.
the white strainer
there to block
the Columbian grains
as purified water sinks in
from an uphill journey.
black contraption of wakefulness
of which from black blood drips;
odorless until the first black leak,
filtered strength streams down
into a
mug.
staining a brown band.
(that later serves as a measuring tool
for the next fill)
a
bitter brewed stream slithers on in
barely burning the lip
with a swallow
it shoots up into the veins
of an aspiring insomniac.
the refill is pending now.
*
(still in the rough draft stages - gmb)
[photo credit to adamthebeerman] <------ how funny is that.
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