Coeur D’ Alene 

Upon the shores of the Idaho banks

Lies a city of French coronation

Beauty bounding straight from the mountains

Fountains of fresh water springs

Water clashed out and sings

Pine trees weathered the western sun

Green coffee beans roasting 

Swooning from the delicate flow of life

Tucked on the western sea side

Fresh air crisp in inhalation

Resounding in echoes smoothed out of the corridors

As my eyes rest easy

On this place just west of the planes

In a small town called Coeur d’Alene 


Back at the Cafe

Back at the Cafe

On the strained Route 94

Deep in North Dakota

Where the wind finds fields

Of exapanse and rips through

Rain pours over cargo trains

Bustling through the rich spring air

We stop for caffeine as we make our way

Due west

The ultimate test 

Journey new


Headed right through

The storm 

The coffee soothes the moment and lifts

The eyes

Now a brain soaked in caffeine 

We continue

Ruptured Lines

The flawless defeat

Of the demonic judge

Ruptured the lines holding

A grudge

Numerous screams absorbed in defeat

Holding a rock now

Standing at his feat

To the sky his hands are held

Over the judges corpse bellows

Double the warmth running

Through his veins

Now transformed to flawless

Caves running from his heart

The heart of a man who has overcome



For he now

Is the only one left

On his feet


Second Crack Sound

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The fleet of beans

From all over the world it brings

A cup to hand

An arithmetic of modern invention

Shipped all over with modest intention

From the solid green

To a hollow black and brown

The second crack sound

A record taste of tremendous body

Not to be deceived or forgotton

With authority flavors delivered

A coffee from Burundi has me completely




Coffee Beans

From the tip of the acidity

To the depths of complexity

The pleasing sensation of a cup of coffee

The liquid performs slow alterations

To the tongue

Like a rabbits foot for good luck

In the morning

It preserves through the burst of caffeine

To the mind and heart

It swim the sea of my tongue

And winds down the windy throat

Coffee ingested

Thumb pressing on the mug gently

Wiping away the morning dew

Starting fresh


The Concussion of Consumption

A brother in arms

We move forward attempting

To right our wrongs

From our previously torpid ways

Deny science


We harbor no feelings for advance

When we recede rather than succeed

Impede rather than proceed

The ice caps melt

Float away

We push it back another day

Another generation

Another worry for another nation

As the suns rays

Trap in our atmosphere

Our smiling unwilling faces

Burned and seared

There is no therapeutic release

From this great indignation

Jam our hands with more consumption

Pushing back the possible eruption

Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt

Of a concussion

We have the ability to go from sour

To marvelous

From sinister

To genius

It is now truly up to us

For we have watered down the glass

But now the glass overflows

We must take heed of what our actions sow

For the future

Our harbors will cease to exist

Unless we make moves to resist

Nature does not need us to persist

So it is a calling to action

Sounding the alarms

For we are now all bound as brothers in arms