Rusty Daily - Recycle the grounds

I sit in my post modern
space conscience kitchenette,
one of five tidy squares in the
two high, ten wide people
storage unit waiting for one over easy,
two crisp strips and artery narrowing
I can’t believe it’s….on white.
The stimulator drips chocolate
brown get up and go into
a freshly salted and iced
eight cupper.

The Fed eased prime
and the Poke-It-To-You
Marathon’s go-juice challenged
Aquafina to a price per contest.

I reminded myself to recycle
the grounds.

Rusty Daily

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