Coffee Maniac’s Morning Delusions Poem by Thaddeus Thierisch

Jim Morrison’s spirit’s alive!

Non believers are dumbasses.

Today’s coffee is very special.

I’ve bought it in an Italian goods store

Looked like a money laundry more or less.

Nevertheless the seller – a slender blonde – had a fresh face

The same as Morrison in 1967.

How did I know? After all, I was born two years later.

I knew it from the old 'Neman' magazine, I found

In my village, in the attic. Everything is connected. This is - lemma.

Image of me is blinking in a coffee cup.

One photographer says I look like a Jim.

It’s unlikely, but nice.

I swallow a big sip of my own reflection.

Then - another one, one more. Eventually caffeine

Screams with Jim's voice: WAKE UP!

And here, finally - the awakening!