Wrote this this morning before a meeting, still sleepy eyed and staring at a blue projector screen.
Blue reflections on a glass that pass refracted,
Barley reflected to the edges,
Meet my coffee-less eyes.
I take a sip to drip slurps of coffee
As clanks of silver slivered spoons
Soon fill the room of silence,
Violence to rest it starts in the form of talking,
Breaking respite, stalking the quiet
With a “good morning” riot.