Another long day… I don’t know how I’ll make it to the weekend, but I am going to try, by gum. Here’s my offering for the Poetic Asides prompt of an “escape” poem, considering I wrote at work immediately after fleeing to Starbucks for a hot minute. I think I need escapes that are less costly and less addictive. And it’s a rondeau, which is a rare thing for me; escape from the usual forms!
The Fix
More coffee, please, I ask politely:
don’t take my drug withdrawal too lightly.
I’ll start to chew the scenery,
disrupt this quiet beanery.
They’ll ask: is he deranged? I might be.
For mornings that start out so brightly
all seem to collapse around me nightly.
I cling to my caffeinery:
more coffee, please.
It helps survive the office, slightly
lifts up my step. I call it (rightly)
my lifeblood, my machinery.
Keep all your booze and venery:
give me cafes to keep me sprightly.
More coffee, please.
Shucks, I’m not allowed caffeine!
I know your one of your female counter parts… A relative. Must have at least two cups to start the day :)
Viv: I probably shouldn’t be having it either, but it’s my one major vice. Oy!
Jules: usually I can manage with just a couple shots of espresso/two cups. And I usually don’t have it in the evening; that’s when the Red Bull comes out. ;)
Sounds like you’re on the mend.
I do like the bitter brew. Black, strong, smooth, and not sweet. Give me coffee, and give me dark chocolate, and I will be one happy old fiend. (of course, if I have either after mid-afternoon, forget sleep)
ps. I like the form the way you’re working it. Perky.
I’m burning my way through my mid-morning latte energy now… will need another pick-me-up again soon, I’m sure.
And those rondeaux: you just have to grab them by the horns and TWIST, I think.