Inspiration and Perspiration

Of man's first percolance

and the fruit of that once forbidden plant,

sing my caffeine muse!

A song of bubbles

bursting. Of rumination,

and digestion.

Mainlined from coffee bean soul,

a waxen and elusive

fire in my belly.

My muse she sings of Java,

Kenya, Colombia,

and leaves her mark down under.

Spattered berry ideas

blossom on the blank page

as I

push through to the Zenith.

And

.

.

I'm

.

.

Cleansed.

Cathartic.

Await the splash of applause.

A piece of me

set free.