Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- 3 Poems


Why am I here?
My head is radioactive.
I can read your mind
only when the moon is full.
I check the skies for it.
There is just a quarter moon.
The signal is weak. Your
medicine puts me to sleep.
I want to be discharged.
Tomorrow the moon will be
full. I don’t want to read
the thoughts of my fellow
mental patients. They could
read my mind too when
my head is radioactive.
I don’t want them to know
that I came from outer space.
I was born on the moon.
My mother was a comet.
My father was half-moon man,
and half- human from LA.


Where is the camera?
Where is the microphone?
There is a movie set
in this place. There are no
doctors, only actors.

I am not a patient.
I am a movie star.
They wrote a script on the
medical chart. I see
everyone reading it.

They add to the script each
shift. The nurse actors and
social worker actors
write most of the lines. I
need a makeup artist.

I need eye liner and
red lipstick. I do not
need to take the pills. They
are just props. The doctors
are not such good actors.


When you were born
did you feel death in the room
with a stupid smirk on his face
and laughing with his cloak
open wide exposing the souls
caged between his bones?

Did you cry or did you give
the bird to that vulture?
There is no peace of mind
in this world with death always
lurking around. It would be
easier if he would let us be.

Luis was born in Mexico. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA.
His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Camel Saloon, and Pemmican Press.
His chapbooks have been published by Kendra Steiner Editions, Deadbeat Press,
and New Polsh Beat. Pygmy Forest Press published his first poetry book, Raw Materials.

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