A Black Sea 

The desire for caffeine 

lots of it,
Not vaginal dew drops
a black sea
There’s something 
very therapeutic about coffee. 
The smell enters the brain 
like a thunderbolt
The dark side 
the palpitations, 
and the chicken fight 
within my stomach. 
Then the world turns back 
to normal,
and that German Sea Captain watches his submarine sink, 
like a harpooned whale, 
beneath the water.

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