Pete's Poetry

I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
My mouth, once long, enlivens
With swift speech setting
A sun dried arch of life,
Spitting out pop culture,
Movie quotes of youth.
When I drink espresso
I cannot contain myself.
I speak to strangers
Of adventures
And far away places.
I tell them my dreams
And they join me. . .
To share sweet dreams
and sip espresso.

• Peter Liptak
• poetry
• Poems
• thoughts
• espresso
• blackness
• strangers
• dreams
• sip

Palettes,
Drawing dreams,
Sketching the duration of sleep
it seems, I paint my dreams with all the tints and tones
of unfolding thoughts rendered from my simmering head
As I let flow this flood of visions
Of the scenes of dreams
I stop and slumber
With tinctures trained
To mood my thoughts,
and create reflections
of subconscious introspection.

• dreams
• color
• nepal