RAMBLINGS AT 3:45 AM ON 3/3/21

The thought occurred to me that I don't post very often. I am a blogger, just an occasional one at best. This is going to change.

So this account is for my writing, which is a process that I take very seriously. I joined a writer's workshop on Discord to help get feedback, critiques, and improvement in my writing. Here's a poem I've been working on for years:

And Coffee?
by
to12nad0

Sup, let’s go to this party and get it started

Drinking coffee and caffeine to get retarded

I’m on a buzz of chemicals and insanity

Making my insides bleed nastily

Mighty flighty writing words

Fucking with the shit until it works

A shitbag imagination

Moving from station to station

I slept on the couch cuz I fell off the bed

I’m tired as shit, I feel like the zombie dead

Swollen eyelids closed shut

Sometimes I just don’t give a fuck

Hey Echo Show --  turn on the alarm

Set it for 4 a.m. in the dark

Gotta wake up, gotta spark

Time to wake up -- voice activated speaker 

Barreling down the road in double time

Speeding so fast it ought to be a crime

Taking that road so hard and fast

Push the pedal, hit that gas

A pastry boulangerie of delights, 

Scones, pastries sweet treats

Sandwiches and meats

And there isn’t any lights

From the fridge to the case, 

Pushing, pulling, making the chase

From the front to back

The effort is gonna make you grunt

Welcome to Starbucks can I take your order

Pull the register case open and close

Spigots of coffee drip drip drip

Fold out the sleeve make it rip

Change the brew pot and do it in order

Ice, sleeves, espresso bean bullets

8 minutes go by and then

Shit, are we out of things again?

A queue of people old and young, 

Come into the line and make their drink

No time to think

Splash some tea mix into the sink

Almost forty years ago schultz

And now I’m working so hard 

It almost fucking hurts

Time to reload that card

Making the day 

Fast and slow

Go away

We’re open/closed.

10 minutes ago? That break is over

Time for a 30? Eat and order

Packaged boxed food

It doesn’t taste very good

And now finally it’s time to go home,

Drive back in slo mo

Working hard now, it’s over

Guess what? It's been in edit mode for several years, so I finally am publishing this poem from the time I used to work at a Starbucks from many years ago.

I am currently working on a short story, it's still being written. I'll post that once I'm done.

Feel free to leave comments.

to12nad0

aka

"Tornado"