A Customer Response (To A Barista Inquiry)

A steady beat of staccato drums hits
As hard as the stares from strangers splits

Burying looks into my soul, without uttering a word
While I fantasize, meditating on my pain behind my eyes absurd

They call it a headache, but when I just need to
Medicate, haven't been feeling that great, what's the bait?

Finding two tennis balls to now place under
The space beneath the base and rock

Back and forth with the scull and pop
Tie it off tightly, just another strategy for it all

To compress and less and less effect
Me

The dangerous side affects subside
As I begin to breathe and hide - She

Looks at me, wondering... Where could I be?
What do I want?

Tick Tock
Into a future that haunts
Blast off, to a distant land far from this universe
I burst inside, but hide emotion like sinking
Into my own ocean and frankly, I don't give a
Damn, I built that up to carry my river
Of fallen water to the man-made stone
A heart, I call my own

Caught in between a rhyme and a zone
Of all I have ever known

So what can I get for you?
                        Please,

Somewhere
                  Anywhere
   For my mind to call home.  

Epilogue:
  "Espresso for Angelo."