A little coke on my latte

Hit me with the taste
of coffee, burnt out in the back of my tongue
savour the smoke rising from the stones
precious and past
threatening to kill
myu illusion of the present
I have the right to this dream
to this ignorant bliss of pain
to the alive stupidity that makes
me cry out
that this
is not ok

A world of right and wrong
of sinful prayers to the blind
Preaching to the rocks along the ocean shore
Lie in the back of my tongue
Waiting in the coffee cup
As the white dust, bitterly enticing, falls on a hot and swirling world

Wash it away
and drown.