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caffi-nico-alcohol
like nipping schnapps
in your coffee at
Cafe Latte (EL MI)
pulling with taste
at a brave cigarette
and your hands are so full
you can't snap at
the raving poet
at the mic who's constantly infusing
dull words with angst-spit
your hands are full
with ruffled notebooks of
proud poems too
and flasks of schnapps
cigarettes, their box, their fire
a coffee cup held with three fingers
just so
and you can't snap
but you can smoke and drink
and drink to your health
and the poet's white eyes
and sip everytime the amp
pops with the push of
familiar words