Mr. Coffee Poem by Nat Z. Punx

the ghost of cassidy
reincarnated in a lebanese steamfitter
running down steel tracks
brushing his teeth
while juggling sledgehammers
starmapper, sailor of shallow streams
fighting windmills
crashing hatetanks againsts god's trees
apostolic nightmares
draining the blood of tinny 12 oz. soldiers
lusting for only truth
never seen the inside of a drugstore
rubaiyat of the western plains
build your tent from trees
travel the barren wastelands of soybeans
riding appaloosa camels
into the valleys of the floodlands