Poetry: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Born in Mexico, Luis, lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. His poetry, poetry books, and poetry chapbooks have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Borderless Journal, Deadbeat Press, Fearless, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, Propaganda Press, Pygmy Forest Press, Ten Pages Press, Unlikely Stories. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Days and nights

The days and nights do not slow down.
The sun and moon race each other.
They do not want to lose the race.
They are as quick as lightning.
Each are like a rabbit on Adderall.
Each are like breeze too fast to contain.
The days and nights are like frenetic trains.
The moon cannot keep up.
The sun drops like an anchor.

The days and nights do not slow down.
My anxiety builds as I fight sleep.
All I want is a moment of rest.
Time is not on my side.
Time has not ever been my friend.

The road without end

I can feel the heft.
The smallest monument
in my hand; a stone,
a rock, a pebble, a
grain of sand light
as a feather.

It blinds me. The sun.
The scorching light in
my eyes; a flame,
a lit match, the flash
from a camera
late at night.

My back is against 
it. The wall behind me 
and the sword in front;
a blade sharp as a
killer’s wit, thrusting
it with such glee.

I am almost there.
The road without end;
my shoes without soles,
blistered feet walking
on glass and fire,
dripping blood. 

Darkness in light

There is darkness 
in light and 
in between 
dusk and dawn.

There is suffering 
in death and
also in life.
I have seen it.

Winter and spring,
summer and fall,
darkness comes

There is man,
woman, and child
linked to 
darkness and light.

Our time comes
to an end
as the candle

blows out. It 
could be the wind
or our very
own breath that

brings darkness 
to light. This
too must end.

Shadow and light
After Jean Genet

I stand between shadow and light 
and in darkness some of the time.
When I am in the light I feel exposed. 
I try to stay away from the light as 
much as possible. A lot of darkness 
is another thing. I prefer the shadows.
In the shadows there is a bit of light 
and a bit of shade. I like being there.
If I could be a shadow, that would 
be something else, if just for an hour.
When that time comes, I hope I am
half-shadow and half-life. It is the
darkness I fear, where I have become 
half-man and half-wolf in nightmares.

Like clockwork

Take a close look at your heart,
like clockwork, its beat is steady,
it runs at all hours, and sometimes
it needs a little jolting to start.

It feels all the pain in the world.
I have felt it. Haven’t you? I can
feel the pain after it has gone
away once I think about it in my

mind. The pain lingers even if I
feign wellness. Sometimes I feel
this will be my last day. I have the
heart of a poet who feels and feigns.

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