Espresso Joe (and Rubens, too)

As much as river attracts us

both wildly, and feisty-

wise we sign up for all that

intermingling which the 

waters of love 

disperse around, sound out, and

then inbound us in 

curious, ever so 

unpredicted tracks,

and then go and

unbound us, and then go and

outside us, as 

one might the cat

at sex-laden 

purred night, there are

times I do need my Ireland:

my island;

my signland;

my whyland;

my undoingland.

And occasion-

wise, the most 

unwise we might reflect.

And for brrreaking 

and frrreaking, 

there is no better 

weigh.

No better weigh, a-

t all.


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