Good morning java brew--
my cone filtered caffeine stew--
baptize my tongue and drench my lips
in those secular sacramental sips,
anoint my throat with your black oil,
feed me the fruits of Juan Valdez's peasant toil.
From my cup like Delphic fumes arises,
pungent, earthen scents bestowing aromatic surprises,
which when inhaled with a sense of smell erotic,
promises a beverage most arousing and exotic,
making my mouth to open eager and my esophagus to swell,
that I may drink the sweetness of Heaven in the bitterness of Hell.
Then after breathing in the mystic steam,
and consuming those coal waters with a thickened cream,
I complement its scalding, sooty aftertaste,
with a faggot deeply drawn in deliberate haste,
and rising from that indulgent altar,
pray from places in the psalter,
giving thanks to Him who made all things,
and the carnal joy that His creation brings.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE Read more articles by Tim Rake or search for other articles by topic below.