Coffee and Cake

Take me away on the whisk of a date,

Where space goats meet us drunk at the gate

sipping thimbles full of wine’

eat

Coffee and cake,

take  – this blank canvas,

make it our page.

 

I like the invitation to write verse together;

as we pause with a finger

to our jaw in awe

of each other;

ooze over each other;

as we contemplate the deeper meanings of life

 

These animals debate our fate:

feed us from the bars of our cage;

Let’s fill it together with creative rage,

In that perfect way that you and me engage.

 

If only I could speak as fancy as I THINK

as fast as I THINK fancy thoughts!

 

“little thimbles;

wine, coffee and cake”

 

We could speak our minds on the spot –

be energetic and kinetic –

let it all linger.

Or do

1 shot, 2 shots 3 shots

four,

oblivion knocks at the door;

 

The torrid torment of societies fucked up illusions!

The faceless sheep scrambling for the pedal stool of confusions;

fuck this delusion

fucking loud mouth intrusion

you’re in no position to be

dissin’ me!

so  please be still and shit!

Sit and spit ill wit –  as we contemplate;

plausible fantasy based off our torrid reality;

 

won’t you sit and sip wine from a thimble

with me?

Eat cake and drink some tea?

As goats sit pretty and try to define,

our destiny.

 

Written by Karrenblossom @ https://blossomsworld.wordpress.com/

And of course; me, Ron Bergquist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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