If We Could Have A Familly Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

You and me wed, in a house in the country

With a donkey

But how much does cynicism taint my future

Of a bouquet

A spiritual but not a physical one

To a darwinian there is only matter in competition
every day has a night

this mortal coil

This flesh

This marsh

An empty canvass

this Galapagos island

This agony of searching for your acquaintance

These nuns in terraces neighbouring the sea

this unrequited love

a blocked road verses the freeway

The yes from no

This black from white

This full plate from empty plate

rationaly

Time to go to the garden not the toolshed

Fragments like ours may have a greater universal value than aforethought

A pretty picture