coldfusion

Was that
the last
combustible,
or
did you
just need to
regroup?
.
There is caffeine
on the table, an airplane
caught quite high above it,
and little black spots
gathered like teeth
around the quick tongue of your eye.
.
I would be wary,
believing
in nothing
so close to conceit.
If I were you,
I would watch
and be wary,
dancing far clear
of the forest at midday.
.
(In those woods are
careful scars lost, and
early caffeine carries its cadence
onlysofar into dawn.)
.
I am defused.
Alone at the table are
scented disconceptions
carefully wrapped and alive
in the grey-blue space behind windows.
.
If you were I,
you would watch and be wary
lest light
begin to
slip through.
.
.
.