A coffee headache comes on slow
drops like a velvet hammer
pounding just a little
a little passive-aggressive, the way he used to ask me questions
and just WAIT for the answer.
I refuse to be his cherry bomb pop tart punk ruby gumshoe apocalypse prevention cream.
I want to scream, "Go find another brass statue!"
I get so angry sometimes
I could just
wait.
Another cup.
Light shines into my mind
calmly
sometimes my room
is like the inner workings
of a clock
quiet, with its colorful floor
and white ceiling
dancing in the sunlight
spinning like a dervish
wait.
Another cup.
This time the coffee came out thin
watery like an Americano. The radio is blaring
and the witch hunt is on
for another President
to lead the masses to the cliff
everyone is rushing
to the edge
wait.
The edge of the cup is overflowing.