05-27-2016, 10:47 PM
Edit 1 (was 'too much coffee')
Café Mania
Alarm clock ringing
out
first light
groggy groaning
foggily
O.K.
let me get
up
dressed drive
coffee house park
“I’ll have the dark roast please.”
Sip. Slow. Sip. Move. Sip. Go!
And now it’s on with the day and I’m turned on full blast to dart to desks and race and dance trumpets ringing eardrum and skim time rushing and flashing precision like a laser on the screen and sprinting cheetah hunting paper work and heart pounding ten times the seconds to day shift done
Until
night shift
slugging slouching with
another
“Cup of dark roast please.”
Sip. Slow. Sip. Move. Sip. Go!
And now it’s on with the night and neon light buzz and I blaze through the night like a lightning bolt through a tree and blare at the work like a tuba underwater and blurp blurping big bubbles of progress then night shift done and then home for the night and that dark roast sure does have me awake and ready to blazerace through (what now?) through my sleep time that’s what and I won’t sleep until past midnight which leads past REM and back
To
wake up
to drink up
another day again
Thanks to everyone for the valuable feedback (@rogo, @AR, @liz). I've tried to make the shapes of sections more consistent in their exhaustion and mania, mainly in line spacing/breaks. I feel like the poem is too much (crazy) for punctuation (except for the dialogue, which is meant to capture surface-level composure, (punctuation included).
Too much Coffee
The day
begins
Grog
RRMPFF
O.K.
let me get
up
And
dressed drive
park at the coffee house
“I’ll have the dark roast please.”
And now
it’s
on with the day as I skim time
rushing and darting precision
like a laser on the screen
a cheetah hunting paper work
heart pounding ten times the seconds until
Day shift done
But
the night
shift
comes
with it
another
“Cup of dark roast please.” And
I blaze through the night like a bolt through a tree
blare through the work like a tuba underwater
blurp blurping big bubbles of progress then back
home for the night and that dark roast sure does have me
awake and ready to blareblazerace through
what?
Through my sleep time, that’s what, won’t sleep
until past midnight which leads past REM and back into
wake up
to
drink up
another
day
Café Mania
Alarm clock ringing
out
first light
groggy groaning
foggily
O.K.
let me get
up
dressed drive
coffee house park
“I’ll have the dark roast please.”
Sip. Slow. Sip. Move. Sip. Go!
And now it’s on with the day and I’m turned on full blast to dart to desks and race and dance trumpets ringing eardrum and skim time rushing and flashing precision like a laser on the screen and sprinting cheetah hunting paper work and heart pounding ten times the seconds to day shift done
Until
night shift
slugging slouching with
another
“Cup of dark roast please.”
Sip. Slow. Sip. Move. Sip. Go!
And now it’s on with the night and neon light buzz and I blaze through the night like a lightning bolt through a tree and blare at the work like a tuba underwater and blurp blurping big bubbles of progress then night shift done and then home for the night and that dark roast sure does have me awake and ready to blazerace through (what now?) through my sleep time that’s what and I won’t sleep until past midnight which leads past REM and back
To
wake up
to drink up
another day again
Thanks to everyone for the valuable feedback (@rogo, @AR, @liz). I've tried to make the shapes of sections more consistent in their exhaustion and mania, mainly in line spacing/breaks. I feel like the poem is too much (crazy) for punctuation (except for the dialogue, which is meant to capture surface-level composure, (punctuation included).
Too much Coffee
The day
begins
Grog
RRMPFF
O.K.
let me get
up
And
dressed drive
park at the coffee house
“I’ll have the dark roast please.”
And now
it’s
on with the day as I skim time
rushing and darting precision
like a laser on the screen
a cheetah hunting paper work
heart pounding ten times the seconds until
Day shift done
But
the night
shift
comes
with it
another
“Cup of dark roast please.” And
I blaze through the night like a bolt through a tree
blare through the work like a tuba underwater
blurp blurping big bubbles of progress then back
home for the night and that dark roast sure does have me
awake and ready to blareblazerace through
what?
Through my sleep time, that’s what, won’t sleep
until past midnight which leads past REM and back into
wake up
to
drink up
another
day