The process of mug to lips;

Quick rush hits in minutes.

Beans in disguise for tea the

Calm before tyranny of

Liquid speed that boils blood 

And foams bubbles in a black blur.

Then anxious jitters that linger

Long after the high quits while

You're in the dark and the ship tips

Sunken deep in a coffee bean abyss

Swimming up to the next cup

To ride the next high that you can sip.