a coffee machine onna fritz,

I have no filter.

I espresso too much.

the said-i-meant catching

on unpapered Net

almost purposely

sometimes more

sometimes less
 
 
depending on mud,

measure,

and

humanity

humility

humidity–

that doesn’t amount to a hilla beans anyway, since these–

perks get lost

in the drop-drop-drop,

and the drip-drip-drip,

of day-to-day grind…

and though my brew is not bitter,

it’s too strong

like zee bull, strong

like zee battery-acid strong

and the body

never comes through…

arguably the bean’s finest feature

to top it off,

I whip froth.

a latte, latte froth,

and while this suits the mix,

the starred-bucks queue in over-priced cap & chinos

I’ve already pressed points

of no recycle

straining grounds.

©Karen Robiscoe