The Case for Coffee

in the shadow

of a headache,

in the fog

one cannot think

thru, lies

not lies,

but truth.

As if

it still mattered,

or ever did,

but there it is,

shining like lyrics

of a Paul Simon song.

and the headache

and locusts

permanently

ringing in

my ears

joins the drums

and hammers

in the skull,

like a series

of cymbals, triangles

and other metallic

percussion instruments.