CATCH THAT MOON
In the evening at sea
I fish the moon’s reflection.
It is my recreation
and my white whale.
I never catch that moon
but I like the challenge.
The lost souls at sea
sing throughout the night.
They sing an old song lost for years.
The song is a curse of course,
a spell from the waning moon.
GONE INTO EXILE
Pretend I am not here.
Pretend I am long gone.
Imagine my leaving
was no magic trick,
but something ordinary.
I do not feel my presence
is at all necessary.
Forget about me and
do not expect my return.
FLY AWAY MOTH
Fly away moth
To the moon
Of the streetlight
The hot bulb
That is miles
Away from the
Actual moon
Once you get
To the light bulb
Don’t let go
You’ll be satisfied
By the false moon
Its bright light
Warm and round
Like a breast
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California, works in Los Angeles in the mental health field, and is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press). His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Borderless Journal, Escape Into Life, Mad Swirl, and Unlikely Stories. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. Kendra Steiner Editions has published 8 of his chapbooks.
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