Sunday, March 7, 2010

Coffee: Blood of Boise and Me

How to live happily
now
without my sweet, strong... Americano?


Idaho: private, hip, potato,
East of Spokane
Pacific Northwest --
at least up north near the Canadian border.
I'm gonna dip my toe in it
at Bonner's Ferry
just south of Creston
break the pot that separates
liquid, solid, and bliss.

Is't possible?
Haply?
Pish!


O Canada!
Come to my lips and take my blood for sleep
Espresso and Melatonin
in a cup for here, please.
I'll make a bed down south,
when our mouths meet--
sweet coffee breath,
good morning again!


A cure for the quake.
Machu Picchu
Climb me to you
Peru-Press me
William, Shake me
bowl of soul
1.75
the mountain before me,
before
May, a dream
upstaged by a stage of sleep
to live and love,
a happy interim


parting our fellowship,
perchance to (live our) dream
that when we see return of love

more blessed May be the view
of cloud-forests in my coffee

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