thick
There is a __ layer of thickness;
.a coating of caffeine.
//swim/ming in stodge; a heaviness -
Like wading through the swamps at the bottom of a giant cafetiere,
sticky in the rich – gooey mud of frustration.
The goodness is gone, t, h, e, r, e, -/ is only sludge.
Residue.
- Sept 27th, 2012
Tags: caffeine, coffee, Creativity, poem, poetry, spark, tired, weary, work
September 27th, 2012 at 13:53
Work?
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James Reply:
September 27th, 2012 at 14:49
Yes and no.
More me committing to too much with too little time – and the late-night weariness resulting in/sparking creativity is ironic, to say the least.
‘I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread’
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