the little girl

never tasted coffee

for it scared her to think

if it won't be as good as

her idea of it,

her poetry would bear

the consequences of it

and she won't be able

to pour the sweet taste

of her heavenly coffee

along with its trailin' steam

into her words

ever again

so the little girl

lived with the idea of it

and never tasted coffee

in her real life

for she knew that

poetry was not a thing

as physical as herself

instead it was somethin'

that existed beyond

the realm of physique

and only visited

when ideas felt more real

than the reality itself

oh that silly little girl!

she would sacrifice

the taste of coffee

for the idea of it

because that little girl

loved poetry

more than her cravin'

to feel the coffee

inside her veins

so would you call

this madness?

well, you may

with all the wonder

residin' in your heart

because, my pal,

you might not know

but the little girl knows

with absolute belief

that poetry is nothing

without madness

Author's Note