The coffee doesn’t taste as sweet. And I really don’t want to eat. The thought we’ll never meet breaks me. The sky has misplaced its sun. Life just doesn’t seem as fun. I even want to run to find you. I know that life goes on. and now you sing a different song To the […]Read More Sing a different song
There’s no milk in the office kitchen. The tea drinkers are scratching at the walls. Some have tried adding tip-ex to their brews. Others are trying to milk each other. A wiry woman boils the kettle, empties it and boils it again. The salesman in the corner gnaws a teabag like a cowboy chews tobacco. […]Read More No milk today
Coffee rings and lipstick. Time goes by too quick Music from a squeezebox. Trains & scarves with polkadots Hand in hand. Hands in gloves. Special mugs & longing hugs. Coffee rings and lipstick. Take some time. Take a sip.Read More Coffee rings and lipstick
Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard. I love you. If I didn’t wake up with you every morning, I don’t know what I’d do. Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress. My lips. You wake me up. You make me creative. Make me… Me.Read More Ode to Brown Ink.