Elephants trumpet from tea cups and
splotches on linoleum sheets of wall
are a Rorschach test after drunkards stagger
through taverns of caffeine in Brooklyn
with the lights
Lightheaded from cages.
People inebriate to keep a clear conscience
in the stream of main.
We get drunk
on kegs of caffeine to remember
“16 oz Americano with a shot of the
moon and splash of milky way, please.
Hold the paper cup, no clearcut virgins for me.
If I forget my thermos, only give me cups that are sluts,
no shame. Please accept my tip’s contribution
to your minimum wage.”
Zebras are not horses and
giraffes are not camels
but in every horse is a mustang
and camels spit.
When we were toddlers under suds,
Tomorrow morning, caffeine drunkards
will wake up in gutters at the codfish’s splashing psalm,
Kenya black kangaita tea in their bloodstream,
coffee stains on their jeans.
“Our drunken stupors are sober conclusions.
Once you dream something you can’t unsee it.”
We are the animals we left the tall grasses for
to find ourselves caged.