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…

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…