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the sun went on holiday
Birds sleep, dreaming about singing
you want to watch the reels
Monday will come too soon
cleaning and the bullshit can wait
I want to feel Vellichor
we come to an agreement
You stay put in your happy chair
coffee and books for me
No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala
Sunrise at seven
waking to a winter chill
feeling the cold sheets
a mellow morning coffee
Watching the colours lighten
wispy sun-filled day
a boxer and fresh coffee
fumes from the tabby
Coffee steaming from my favourite porcelain
sitting, listening to the music of the house
You are in the other room de-stressing again
any form of procrastination will help you
I feel the weight of my possessions, my lives
dreaming, whispering words as I write
We dream in different rooms, in different ways
yet we come together despite ourselves
Aching over a coffee cup,
head bowed towards the froth.
Surrounded by noisy strangers,
face awash with red notes.
Alone over an empty cup,
eyes concealed by glasses.
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
The scent of coffee
coffee cup meets frothy milk
Caressing my cup
A crisp, lush midday
your music mix makes me move
to find the coffee
C & K 