fuzzy verse

Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s 
drying out
of fine 
c o f f e e

A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future 
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o

I stole a puff 
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters

S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t  p a g e

On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future 
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso