LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC BERRIOZÁBAL

 

 

After Bird On The Wire

 

Hey there bird on the wire,

can you sing for a lonely drunk man?

I am my way home after midnight.

I am looking for a hook for an

old song I have not quite finished.

I am not looking to be saved.

I have been too unkind for that.

I know there is hope even when it

seems to be gone. I have been untrue,

but never to you because I just me you.

 

The Burn

 

You got toothpaste on your burn.

Is it helping any? It seems that

burn would scare away ghosts

and wipe away their wicked smiles.

 

What are you going to do later?

Does the air hurt that burn? Will

you fall off the wagon to soothe

the pain exacerbated by fire?

 

What are you going to do? Your

toenails are completely charred.

The burn would scare away ghosts

as they crawl back to their corpses.

 

What are you going to do? What

are you going to do? Will you

dream of icicles without frostbite?

What are you going to dream about?

 

LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC BERRIOZÁBAL

 

LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC BERRIOZÁBAL: Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles in the mental health field. His poetry has appeared in Atunis Poetic Galaxy, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Live Encounters, Mad Swirl, Our Poetry Archive, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.