Drinking coffee from Lisa’s Van Gogh
“Starry Night” coffee mug
I see the birth of new cosmos
Black holes and gravity wells
I hold your starry nights
In the palms of my hands
I inhale your nightmares
freeing you to dream
Hold you like breath
Breathe to die, a little death
I exhale my lunacy on your dark brew
Lifting up my head
my eyes climb slowly up and out
Of your own private gravity well
I gaze at you through the smoke
rising from your abyss
I Look into your eyes with Van Gogh’s eyes
I look into your starry nights detached
And watch my sanity
slide out of my skull like smoke.