Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

ZILCHAMONDO

I’ve gone to the land of Zilchamondo
In search of purple amethyst crystals
Instead filled an old leather bagatelle
Full of trifles and insignificant things

The only valuables in existence there
Are menial oddities and bland Zippos
Dullish, faded colors of bleakness
Nuts and bolts of uncommon objects

Waterfalls of silver tinsel flowing out
Into vast waters of Zilchamandoville
Where fish of golden antiquity swim
And mechanical insects fly about

But a quiet solitude away from chaos
Can be found amongst diddlies of life
Where lovely soft breezes blow freely
And provides endless comfort for me