Caffeine

Sitting there

and swimmingly dark

you are the light in a mind

that’s made of glass

the ups-and-downs,

the shadows they cast,

the fictions and meanings

that fuck in the park

of swimmingly dark Caffeine.

I consume you at morning

but also at night

and whether or not

I’m really that tired:

a sucking-on-me- kind-of-vice

that covers up the fright,

a waistcoat; entry by the door

and I could want you even more.

Caffeine.

25/10/04