ByLuis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
POEMS IN EXILE
In exile
these poems
seek open
windows and
doors to fly
and walk with
a purpose
only they
could unlock.
Without hats
and the warm
sun bearing
down, beating
them senseless
they fight back
with words sharp
as razors
until night
comes around.
Gone but not
forgotten
these poems
linger like
the cities’
aromas,
sweet and sour
taste, and pungent
scents that
go for the
jugular.
These poems
are not tame
or mild, when
the world is
going to
hell. They must
speak the truth.
REBIRTH
In my rebirth
I will be the thorn
on the rose,
the aroma of
the sweetest
baked cookie,
the dream that
was not supposed
to come true.
I guard my face
and do not speak
a word for fear
of being bloodied
and becoming
one more cadaver.
I tie my hands
for fear of striking
back in retaliation.
What is best, to
live in agony and
fear or to speak
my mind even if
I end up being
one more cadaver?
In my rebirth
I will be the dream
that came true.
THINGS I DID AND WILL DO TODAY
And I sleep.
And I dream.
And I love
to reinvent
what joy is.
And music
flows, a river
I listen to
all day long.
And I live.
And I love life.
And life is
reality.
And I drive my car.
And I look
at the sky.
And clouds seem
like forests.
And one seems
like a wolf.
And little red
riding hood
is safe beyond
the clouds.
And the songs
keep me sane.
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal was born in Mexico, lives in California, and works in Los Angeles.He has been published in Blue Collar Review, Borderless Journal, Chiron Review, Kendra SteinerEditions, Mad Swirl, and Unlikely Stories. His most recent poems have appeared in Four FeathersPress.
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