OCEAN DREAM
I am an early riser.
This morning I could not
get up. I was in an ocean
dream. The fish talked to me.
I was delighted to hear them
speak. I thought the ocean
dream was real. The alarm
clock must have been in
the ocean dream as well.
KNOWING NOTHING
Here I contemplate
knowing nothing.
There is my plan laid
out. It is a dismal
plan. Out in the town
I paint on walls, wooden
and brick ones, and
metal doors. Humming
a song, I paint question
marks and rain drops.
It’s nothing artistic
like a flower in a vase,
a yellow rose shining.
FATIGUED
Fatigued,
I dream so deep,
I become ashes in an urn.
I am below the earth, above the clouds.
In a dream,
a woman sleeps
with me and next to me.
A river flows outside our window.
Birds sing
baleful songs.
I feel my broken teeth
with my tongue --
there is no fixing them
or anything else.
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California, works in Los Angeles, and was born in Mexico. His poetry and illustrations have appeared in Black Petals, Borderless Journal, Blue Collar Review, KendraSteiner Editions, and Unlikely Stores. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.
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