welntaod

"Eele buna nagay nuuklen,
eele buna iijolen haagudatu,
hoormati haagudatu,
waan haamtu nuura dow,
bokai magr nuken."
-or-
"Coffepot give us peace,
coffeepot let chidren grow,
let our wealth swell,
please protect us from evils,
give us rain and grass."

-Garri/Oromo prayer, Bun-Qalle ritual.

Morning Coffee Chant
(for Roach)

Hear me now! O clan of the Hills Brothers!
circle 'round smoke, send Rebate and Repose!
Open mine eyes to the lustrous finish,
the proof of purchase, the way of Am!
deliver me from my own cigarette now baby,
protect my underarms arisen!
Hear me now!
O clan watchers of the perk grind! I raise
my chalice to the burning toast!

An early poetry entry...I'll be too busy to update, not too busy to comment tomorrow. I began re-reading The Devil's Cup by Stewart Lee Allen and I had forgotten how fucking good the book really is! I was also reminded of a poem I had written for a friend of mine at college. Roach was a guitar student that lived down the hall from me at Berklee. He has the first person I had ever met who had actually given himself an ulcer from drinking coffee, at the age of 20. I found this pretty shocking having just left a job running a coffeehouse for a living! So, at the very least I thought he deserved a poem to mark his downward spiral into hot chocolate as his morning cuppa.