Coffee,

electric ink,

liquid midnight,

drinkable sky,

cupped lagoon

of obsidian intent,

pool of brooding,

shock of dark.

Fuel propelling

my lethargic muses,

groggy noggin’s

antic dose

of wakefulness

and whim.

Steal my sleep,

exacting mistress

of bloodshot foredawns!

Tug at the leash

of my balked brain

until it springs

to your service!

Engineer

of urgency,

in you lie hidden

a thousand romances:

toppled fences
and frantic getaways,
secret paths
to a suburban pond,
and afternoons
monotonous with sun.