Hey, you wanna get some coffee

Hey, you wanna get some coffee?

He passed with his feathered cap.
The fray of the feather wisping in the wind,
luring me to turn around in pursuit

His awkward juxtaposition with his other appendages
Illustrated an unconscious convergence of care free spirit,
As he wallowed to and throw

Him, and his demeanor, plunging at something
Foggy, smoky but that could contain
Possible transcendence by sheer brilliance

Stop the Intrigue!
I shout

I  squirm
As  though being
Pulled by tainted thought
And primitive instinct. I turn 
unable  to contain my building curiosity,

what are you about?

He’s only steps away his feather still pulling me
Now!, Now!,  and no sound comes
I fade as his steps leave me stranded
Right where I was unable to say…