Steam

the ephemeral telegraph
to my nose is more than my myelin can
keep from jumping
at – twitching with desire that paints
the dark caffeine mural
on my bones
promising the tiny freedom to careless thought
hoping to escape the light of pain
into the deep black obscurity of anonymous peace
to hide inside the cup for a flash
and rise to the subversive employ
of survival of the every
day – this is the pleasure of steam…

Sorry to have to expose you all to my crappy poetry - I got my inspiration from Jesse's amazing photography check it out!