A spider, centred on graceful feet,
is watching me.
poetry and bitter glee!
The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is
righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity.
The toaster is coy.
Fork and spoon people quiver.
Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard.
Orchids celebrate this return to sun,
this moist orchestra of green enlightenment.
My tongue and mind are dancing!
The dawn is plush with bohemian rhythm,
I am heavenly breath…
Oh my heart leaps across silver dew,
rejoicing in this cacophony,
this thumping, burlesque hymn!
So JOYOUS here
in my winking coffeehouse!