Coffee & Thoughts

Originally shared by Mac Vogt

Coffee & Thoughts

The most reliable thing we’ve got

sheer invention.

I won’t have this body for long. I’m afraid of elegance without imagination. As old as newspaper clippings. See to it my children grow up in a rich media environment.

and all the while, I attempt at dreams.

I believe it to be the most important thing.

the most important thing. I believe in belief itself

breakfast, to this reflection I recite a perfectly alien language which, through a kind of refraction, gains the scaly clarity of poetry, totally frustrating and damn near exhausting. Of poetry.

I believe in coffee, that too. Ah fuck it, at least.

Of poetry.

Of course, my dear, I tried

didn’t I?

Yet still I couldn’t short-circuit.

I only grew more powerful — wait

still! Robbed of agency. Tricked

into eating

fifty or so grams of sodium.

I looked to my father for advice

lost his elegance. Then, I lost mine.

Not one leg to stand on between us both.

My throat was dry.

That’s how I’ll retire from the cafe

falling down the stairs.

I’m sorry, I’m speaking now

into the one-way wall, aiming

I’ve got a filter on, aiming

at the future like some rotten piece of everyday

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