Coffee like dark clouds
in the sky before dawn
slips through my mind
first hot and then warm

The sense of the workload
like a fog filling the brain
slowly sinks down
through each little vein

Fiends of delight
soak in the morning
without so much
as a word of warning

For though one whisper
of the energy rush
may give an air of
anticipating such

It seems in the moment
when goals are ready to grasp
the tyrant delights
in making one crash

(April 25th, 2018)