Nonsense


I like my tea bitter
Children wild as oxygen
Before a flame

I like myself better
Than I would have imagined
Years ago

Before my face
Grew into itself after years of
The same

The story goes on
Eating itself like mythical snakes
Curled in the mind

I like my mornings
Quiet and free of the world's mistakes
Which are my own

I like my second cup
The same as my first if it could ever be so
They are as different

As night and day
I am filled with expectation
And debts to pay

I like my thoughts
Lost as explorers on an ice shelf
In search of the grail

Suddenly interrupted
By the sound of marriage blazing
Its domestic trail

And so it goes
I like my birds as small as bees
And nonsense hanging

From the trees

Armando Jaramillo Garcia


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