A Love Song No Longer for J. Alfred Prufrock


we can measure our life in coffee spoons
and the next thing we know 
we’re eight coffees deep at four in the morning 
we can feel our thoughts shocking our brains 
a physical jolt reminding us we’re alive 
the clouds look like the cats they’re pretending to be
the seagirls are humming about killer whales and the chains around their fins 
after eight cups of coffee 
we are the universe 
the universe disturbed by the world 
left with nothing but sugar and the disease of humanity 
we are a universe disturbed by consciousness  
writer just trying to get my work out there
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