Caffeinated Poetry

White hot energy.
Tension burning.
Can’t stop moving.
Fidget under pressure.

Much like attraction.
Too much like sex.
Can’t stop thinking.
No matter how hard I try.

Legs crossed, hands folded.
Does no good for frustration.
Damn it. Shit. It’s just no good.
Bloody Fucking Hell!
Not enough release in that…

Hand shaking.
Biting lip.
Free verse projecting.
Making it all worse.

And yet…maybe so…
Yes…
Maybe it’s the coffee…

Hormones and caffeine.
What a lethal mix.
Teenage girls too hyper to think.
Too distracted to care.

Flashback to freshman.
And sophomore.
…And junior year…

God it’s torture!

The pictures inside,
So delicious,
So detailed,
I’d make a fortune.
If I had any guts.

No guts.

Just coffee.

Always.

More.

Coffee.