Pouring the bullets onto the cone,
Sniffing brown and smoky oily souls
Licking beforehand when extracting the grains
While ignoring the clock and your sleeping plans.
A laugh over nonsense and viral e-trash,
Sips of extracted bittersweet wine,
Warm liquid spirals hitting inside,
Shivers climbing, 'cuz it is too harsh.
Four hours later still on the screen,
fingers are dancing, eyes strain,
words overflowing into the brain,
bullets of coffee filling my veins.