life is a bowl of coffee…

          … well, something like that. it was for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.                   fresh, hot, milky coffee.                             this little bit of time made me happy. well, many moments do.                       impermanent moments. fleeting moments.                   but, in retrospect…

coffee and dark sky and love at the window

grab some coffee… and what ever else.   everyone stops and break for love… and all we dream about is love. right? i mean, don’t you ? that’s all. we just day dream… love in the morning and love in the afternoon. and, love,  while the lunches are being made. and the morning rush hour is making us curse underneath our breath and fowl language is forcing its way out between our tight pursed lips…love. all we want to do is sit down and say fuck it. …i love you…. (be late to…

My Sunday Best: ode to my coffee (with video)

hello… and down below there is pure poesy. really :) the cell fone alarm goes off in the morning time excuse me while I think of a meaningful rhyme. I contemplate a run and go out for some playing but i think of you,  and decide to stay in. i stretch a little and get up slowly  out of my bed still in a haze but with you in my head in to the kitchen i clumsily stumble mmm , and when i see you a practically crumble off to some…