i’ll turn my coffee maker into a flux capacitor (if i have to)

i miss living
in the world
where coffee
looked like
a freshly squeezed

and when
the papers with
were a chance to shake
loose bits of poetry
out of em.

now it’s
all just
at the realization that i have
papers slicing down
at my head like australian magpies.

but at least some of them
are nice and pet me gently.
others just tempt me like
green m&m’s to
invent time travel
and kill Thomas Malory.