I Wish Coffee Could Fix Everything Poem by Ruby James

Impatience is the door that never closes,
If you don't pass thru the imposters pass you,
Passion is the pot, potency the ladle.
The time so long passes I fear it will burn.
Delay the stress of unwanted tingling,
Carry your strait jacket for moral support,
Apply more blush to conceal the lust of doubt,
Longing ever for the fantasy that is only believed in
because of emotional denial or idiocy.
Pretend to take charge and fabricate control,
a web of stirrings to catch the uncontrollable,
the kind, the desperate,
the deserved and undeserved.
You are caught,
you are known not unto yourself but by thieves and beggars,
vagabonds and friends.
They all know you, making you
naked and blind.
Now stop wasting time trying to see what they see.
I have a possible solution.
Close your eyes and pretend to fly
And let us once more play the charade.