LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC
BERRIOZÁBAL
A New Thought
Will I reach my
destination
as the Milky Way
remains
silent? There is
little money
in my pocket and
I am lost.
I try to sew a
button and prick
a finger or two.
I see a spark
in the sky and an
antenna
goes off in my
head. A new
thought comes to
me. Should
I go back into
the womb of
life and never
come outside?
She Sleeps in
White
She sleeps in
white,
never to walk the
nervous
streets. Her gold
watch
will never awaken
her
again. Like a
ghost she will
dance, like a
ghost she
will sing under
moonlight
and stars. She
will never
risk her heart on
a lost
cause. In silent
dreams
and silent
thoughts she
will live. She
will never
get up to go to
work.
She will walk by
the lake
and slip into
darkness.
She will sleep
and sleep.
Rains Over
Pains
I welcome the
rains over pains.
This heart cannot
take anymore.
Things get too
complicated.
Some days I do
not wish to exist.
There are days
without pains
and days without
rains. If I choose
the days without
one of them,
I would love the
rains over pains.
I wish to exist
as the rains wash
over my sadness
and if it ever
leaves for good I
suppose it is
the rains that I
would thank.
Dead Souls
Dead to the
sunlight,
dead to the moonlight,
not even
sleeping,
you isolate
yourself
being, becoming
useless.
Sitting in your
car
for more than a
long
time. I see you
there
averse to fresh
air.
But that is what
you do.
The tires need
air too.
At day and night
you
are clinging to
life.
Dead souls are
sad
to see, like the
same
movie playing
nonstop.
I see them all
the time
living in hell in real life.
LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC
BERRIOZÁBAL
LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC BERRIOZÁBAL: Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Venus in Scorpio Poetry E-Zine. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.
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