"What Is It?"

Dry flaky morsels
Slightly sweet
Slightly bitter

Morning, noon, night
Day after day

Needs flavor options
Spices, nectar
Salt or pepper

Morning, noon, night
Day after day

Don’t save it for tomorrow
Unless you like worms
Double it on Friday

Morning, noon, night
Day after day
Day after day

Can’t live without it
Sustenance in the desert

"How I Work"

Ten monitors
Nine hours
Eight safety messages
Seven binders
Six coffees
Five computers
Four clipboards
Three maps
Two microphones
One stubby pencil

"A Day Off"

The coffee's on
The wife is gone
Boys are up
It's time to strut

"The Revelation Seven"

Messengers, yes
But not five-point cutouts of gold-foil card stock

Orbs of gravity pulling everything
Massive pressure

Fusion of atoms
Splattering matter

Seven of these!

Perhaps the Pleiades?

He made them

placed them
supplies them
guides them

Surely, He can hold them

Messengers to the Church

to the world

(Stolen by a thieving deceiver)
But still proclaiming
His story
Declaring His glory

"Convenient"

"You'll be back tomorrow—
We have the best coffee"
Caffeine dripping with sarcasm?
Or does he really believe it?

Maybe his experience is limited
Or perhaps I missed the wink
Either way, the java's effective

But not so tasty

Just on my way
And only pennies per ounce

I'll be back tomorrow