Coffee Cup

[Revolte]

Warming my leg
with french vanilla
and spoons of sugar
while turning sleepy eyes
into alert eagles
scouting for prey
to pounce on and cherish
in dances of neon lights
shining through rabbits
chiseled in clouds by wind
to be photographed
if even for a second
by memory lenses and film
produced by a throbbing heart
–the sweet life reminder–
sits the thing to cause
my sleepless habits
of jogging half naked
without direction,
freeing feel good drugs
into born destinations.

[hillwalker]

This rattles along like a bad case of insomnia. I particularly enjoyed the photography metaphor, but not so sure about these 4 lines :

sits the thing to cause
my sleepless habits
of jogging half naked
without direction,

H

[Revolte]

This rattles along like a bad case of insomnia. I particularly enjoyed the photography metaphor, but not so sure about these 4 lines :

sits the thing to cause
my sleepless habits
of jogging half naked
without direction,

H

lol Lately my cardio has been reserved for late nights after a cup or two of coffee

[WolfLarsen]

One of my favorite lines was:

"Jogging half naked without direction"

That was one of the best lines in the poem. I also like the idea of a prey thing, the world definitely needs more carnivore kind of poetry! Too much poetry is polite, boring, etc. so I found it very refreshing the whole predatorial feeling.

There were some lines in this poem that grabbed my attention, but there were other lines that did not.

Oh, and nice thing there about apathy in your signature.

[cafolini]

Warming my leg
with french vanilla

(Often used as a substitute for rubbing alcohol)

and spoons of sugar

(Often used as a substitute for mosquito repellent)

while turning sleepy eyes
into alert eagles
scouting for prey
to pounce on and cherish
in dances of neon lights
shining through rabbits
chiseled in clouds by wind
to be photographed
if even for a second
by memory lenses and film
produced by a throbbing heart
–the sweet life reminder–
sits the thing to cause
my sleepless habits
of jogging half naked
without direction,
freeing feel-good drugs
into born destinations.

(This reminded me of Will and Wave in Nietzsche's Gay Science. Interesting.)