amsterdam inspired poetry

[supasayer]

a couple aof pieces i scribbled in coffeeshops in Dam last week....had a lovely time...

coffeeshop

smokers all
jokers naw
it’s a serious business this
rolling up
this blazing up
this lift up to the lip

we’re invaded by Bobby Marley
as on juice or coffee sip
we’re all smoking the green
yet we hardly
sit and communicate as a whole
we’re all too busy with rizzla paper folds
to see

we’re all too busy
keeping a hold of our sanity
or contemplating
the naughtiness
the nuances
the nuisance of humanity
and it’s present or near future

we’re all just about holding it together
like a badly sewn up suture


coffeeshop on a miserable Monday

carrying the scars that come with age
the pensionable table sits just right of centre stage in the sunken seating booth
overlooking canal scenes
of ruddy rain shocked water
i can see, across its shit-coloured shimmering girth,
the shop where I pondered the purchase of a
one-wash-and-it’s-fucked tourist T-shirt
for my daughter
as a gift
but ever the thrift
decided ‘i would,
maybe,
later’

here i am
later
ever the waiter
not a geyser of silver service credentials
just a debater over purchasing even the essentials
i sit and wait
smoking my time
extending its length
catching the moments
and taking a breath
a slow-down smoking sesh
to regress all the stress
to invest my chest and my searching mind
in the art of taking time
just being Ste, myself and i
thankyou for joining me
adieu, peace out, goodbye





supa

[Zen]

cool rhymes man, I could actually picture you in a Amsterdam coffee shop, smoking a J, and writing these words. Very cool man

Peace~