The
Beer I Had For Breakfast
Tasting
nothing like coffee
was
the beer I had for breakfast
and
the girl I kissed goodbye
was
certainly nobody’s wife.
In
the mirror the lonesome man
was
nowhere to be found,
and
the milk spilled over the eggs
was
spoiled so I did not cry.
Last
night through the hole
in
my soul fell every drop of rain.
And
every word, every line, every poem
came
easy and true.
Luis
Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Born
in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los
Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Keepers of
Silence (Kendra Steiner Editions), and Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press).
His poems were published by Ariel Chart, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and
Zygote in my Coffee.