Caffeine dreams

I dreamed of brown, of
straining fields of grain -
of nights vaulting over
castle walls - they
stay up for the morning
assault of senses.

Awake they lie about
the grass, though
cows maroud in
laughter, stoic they
meander in cud,
bringing stilted
conversation.

It's to converse,
to be sure of bright
colors that careen,
a comet making a
way across pots,
bubbling in anger.

It happens to be
a rising tide that
causes her to embrace
the sand, grounds
for desertion,
taken to extreme -
expressed.

Espresso is to mock
rudiments of conversation
too loud to reckon
it written in prose,
this store will likely
encourage them
to target poetry.

It's likely that snobs
take to it like knats
they mimic Breanna
who walks around
in gales of laughter -
but the cause is
the brew, the drug.

© 2013 Larry Ingram