The Beer I Had For Breakfast

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.

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