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!
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.