Joey Cloudy online

Drinking Coffee from Lisa’s Van Gogh

Starry Night Coffee Mug

“Coffee is good, and I don’t want to die. “

-Taliba

Brownian Motion;

I see the birth of new cosmos

Black holes and gravity wells

I hold your starry nights

In the palms of my hands

I inhale your nightmares

freeing you to dream

Hold you like breath

Breathe to die, a little death

I exhale my lunacy on your dark brew

Lifting up my head 

my eyes climb slowly up and out 

Of your own private gravity well

I gaze at you through the smoke 

rising from your abyss

I look into your eyes with Van Goghs’ eyes

I look into your starry nights detached 

And watch my sanity slide out of my skull like smoke.