By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
CLOUD MONSTERS Moon tussles with cloud monsters. Its shine is halfway showing. Work traffic is like those cloud monsters. A half hour drive turns into an hour. I find an exit and use the streets. The red lights are not the best of colours when you are in a hurry. Green lights are your best friend when you are running late, tell that to the cloud monster traffic. I see green lights for blocks and no one is moving. I should have stayed home and declared this a vacation day and just slept in. That half-moon light is something to behold still. It is getting clear with the sun coming up as well and the traffic dies down enough that you just might not be late to work or a dollar short this time. The cloud monsters disappear like a puff of smoke into the abyss. SHIFT SHAPE CLOUDS There goes the lasso and there goes the headless horse and the rider is hanging on for dear life as the clouds shift their shapes in the sky. There goes the seahorse out of its element unless its sea is the blue horizon and its white puffiness will brace its shape shift fall. There goes the head of the headless horse and its rider with its cowboy hat not far behind, the rest of the horse is just a round shaped cloud now. Down below I lift my arms to the sky and shuffle my feet. I do a little rain dance but I just do not have the magic or power to make it happen. OPEN THE SEA Open the sea, there is agony deep below, the essence of a shipwreck that has lost its very soul. Open the sky, there is a mourner in space with a powerful sob dropping waves of cold rain. When the warm light withdraws from the sky, the sun sleeps, as the night lights appear for the lost to find their way. Ready to die, life’s infirm angels and devils give time one last breath, and admonish it for how it betrays.
Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. His poetry has been published by Blue Collar Review, Borderless Journal, Escape Into Life, KendraSteiner Editions, Mad Swirl, SETU, and Unlikely Stories.
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I especially love these poems. Excellent work!
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