Sat in a fashionable coffee house in the centre of town,

a pot of flavour filled tea lost in the melee

of noise

of the spitting furnace of the gargling dragon

as it pumps out saliva, frothy and burning hot

coming from one end of the pure white interior

where men and women all decked out

in Dulux shades of the same duck breed egg

and their eyes down, screen driven pupils

whilst their tongues never meet the gaze

of the green eyes, dark shades, expectant calls of mercy me,