Sip

I want to do stand-up comedy laying down

I want to play chess blindfolded

I want to write the great American novel on heroin

And I told you to shut shut up

You talk and sip

I’m busy

You sip

Sip your iced mocha latte

You green tea algorithm

Your double shot of peppermint medicine

And I tell you to shut up

Sip

Swallow the drug

Your savior 

Sent down from heaven into the capitalistic arms to those of them above us in Brooks Brothers suits

Who only know of those funny little numbers on the screens in their Calvin Klein pockets

not knowing the sipping, sipping consumer

They shake hands

for their new

Lamborghini

Venn

Roadster

Sip

12-cylinder

Another swig

750-hp

Guzzle

221 mph

Chug

4.5 million

Devour

And you finish the drink

For your Holy Spirit

Your Allah

Your Buddha 

Your sanity

Sip

Fine

I’m done

I got angry

I got teary

Sip

And there is a madman in my head

Telling me to burn down the establishment for the sake of humanity and the men with too many accountants and the women with too much lipstick and the children

the children talking oxycontin every hour on the dot so they can handle an influx of accountants and lipstick

There is a man in a red velvet suit

He has prickly whiskers and takes my hand

We sit down at the poor lighted bar

I order him a Shirley Temple and I get gin

He says that his wife is lovely

I say nice

We sip 

Sip

And it feels right

Then he orders

A double espresso with gravity defying whipped cream

A mint iced tea that does your taxes

Sip

sip

He lifts up his cup and hits me on the forehead with free range vanilla pumpkin extra whipped strawberry treatment prepared on the body of a dead hipster who’s clothing is made of kale

I can’t see you 

Sip 

anymore

Yesterday I was a person

Today I am abstract concept that waves its ghostly arms and shakes its translucent fingers

because once its mind caught on fire by the lights of insanity and paranoia

And it decided to no longer breath

So it decided to let the fire take control

This abstract concept burned up

Burned up against the bright blue sky 

Hearing

Sip

Sip

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

you have a unique poetic approach that over the last few months have become refined.
I am curious just watching you grow as a young writer. And it is wonderful....dana

[Olivia]

I love reading your poems too.
Thank you for all your kind words

[A Glow in the Pit of My..]

Can't stop. I love i love i love i love. you have a unique perspective (that resonates with mine) and your ability to break "the rules of writing" in all the right ways.

[Olivia]

Thank you so much :)

[gutlesswonder]

Great energy, really captured a mad-man-ready-to-burst vibe throughout.

[Olivia]

thank you!

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

"I want to do stand-up comedy laying down

I want to play chess blindfolded

I want to write the great American novel on heroin"

Fantastic start, very unique style makes you think I've read it a few times ironically it did make me want a coffee ha

[Olivia]

thanks for taking time to review my stuff, appreciate it a lot

[xbxbzdvdsv]

I think it's unique, different from other poems I've read,I'd admire your work. Keep it up

[Olivia]

Thanks a lot

[xbxbzdvdsv]

No problem (: