The Cafe

Aroma of cappuccino freshly brewed, tiptoes out with garbled verbiage of conversation scented in stale scones and cigarette smoke~ decadent platter of dark chocolate pastries, lures sugar-lorn eyes of gluttony...

Café au lait moments…

café au lait moments frothy, bittersweet and creamy flavored in variegated thoughts peppered in sugar granules blending with moody coffee spoonfuls ~are whispers of a carefree youth when thoughts hopscotched through redolent sunshine and rain-song laced rainbows, playing peek-a-boo through oriels of intrigue and adventure, casting dices in virgin oblivion to challenge uncertain fate, letting …

Winter is An Old Woman…

Winter is an old woman, her face mapped in wrinkles like frostbitten verbs, She sits on her haunches at dawn, gathering citrus-scented dewdrops from grass blades, while painting her dreams as azaleas in watercolors on hydrangea skies. Snowflakes are christmas baubles simpering treacle smiles in the lukewarm sunshine, hung on verdant limbs of frozen pines, …

Medley ~Versatile thoughts in Vignettes

love letters scribbled by fingertips of winter sunshine, on burnished epistles of autumn in wilted November, float whispering in cinnamon syllables, a fragrant tale of love nascent yet withered from boughs of vibrant imagery. dredges of stale cappuccino in paper-cup preoccupations, remind of conversations in moonlight between the starstruck. proclivities of a precocious dawn are …

Baking a Cappuccino

self raising flour of myriad contemplations, are sifted through sieve of self critique to blend with bittersweet mixture of coffee granules and sugar garnered from moods of a bipolar life, softened butter of emotions hardened into indifference is spooned into measured oil of generosity and decency baking powder and soda are sprinkled into batter of …

Poetry is a Mango Chocolate Pastry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMRC8DsOB_E I bake poems erasing stereotyped claustrophobias wearing sumptuous aromas as stole around myself. passion is powdered cocoa sprinkled to pepper routine existence in sensual syllables expressed in lowercase letters. winking sugar granules of mischief are ground to mix in a delicious concoction of fragrant thoughts. the batter is an amalgam of garnered snippets from …

Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

on moonlit winter nights when absurdities of chilled raindrops tapper on corrugated rooftops, as insistent knuckles fraying the linen of flimsy silence, on bittersweet demitasse nights. cold shivers tapestry my trembling solitudes in goosebumps, snuggled within fleece quilts of piquant cappuccino aromas peppered in sugar granule memories, I indulge in your reminiscences. cocoa giggles salted …

Coffee-Lorn Winter Morns…

gulping fluidity of photons like honeyed sips of cappuccinos, windows wipe away frosted drowsiness of bittersweet decaf nights, as snippets of lethargic winters slowly come alive draped under ambiguities of misty translucence— seemingly a scrambled version of an obsolete, faded rain-song. clad in routine tracksuits on mornings tasting like blueberries, he trudges along braving shivers~ …

Enceinte Caffeine Blues…

Tarpaulin sky - clad in faded denims taciturn with meager candy-floss helpings in sugar-lorn fingers, holds a gingerbread sun sprinkling honey with sticky fingertips. Shivering fingers- frostbitten, bone-chilled caress porcelain cheeks, imbibing warmth lent by brew sighing in aromatic sibilants to erase freckled frost from faces of sepia panes. Gingerly I sniff nostrils prejudiced by …

Coffee is a Metaphor…

    insomnia sips steaming aroma of nocturnal espresso till ughten, in gossamer fragilities of lunar china, savoring it on adrenaline tongue with dashes of grappa introspections, punctuated in the buzz of fluttering moth-wings indulging in the psychedelia of streetlight's fabrications, until cream of dawn dilutes bitterness of night as a blasphemous epithet. when virgin morn splatters …