A Poetry Showcase from Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

The Pond

The pond is filled with quarters,
though they are in the bellies of
fish, and the alligators have both
of them in their bellies, and there
are dimes and pennies that no one

wants. The water is deep. There 
are wishes and hopes attached to
those coins. They never come true
when you do not believe the wish
will come true. I fish for quarters

when I am fed up with life. I hope
for wealth to buy me alligator snake
boots; the ones who inhabit this 
pond. The ones that eat up our hope.

Ice Box Kids

My kids are in the ice box.
It was too hot outside for them.
Take my word for it. If you want
some ice cream, you can check.

They will be better off there.
All they do is sleep anyway.
I can put them on defrost in
the microwave a little later.

They need to stretch their legs.
They can’t pretend to be ice
cubes all day. I am sure there
is a community waiting for them.

These kids get in all sorts of
trouble when they play out in
the sun. They need a little cooling 
off in the ice box for their own good.

You can take them if you want them.
I need space for the twins I am having.
I can tell they will need cooling off.
They are kicking up a storm inside me.

Answering Questions

Drink a little water.
Live in the forest.
There are things I need.
A house with rooms.

A house with walls.
I need everything.
The eye needs glasses.
I need everything.
I can say this place
needs a bomb.

Drink a little water.
These eyes need glasses.
The house needs windows
and beds and chairs.
I need bread and butter.
Who is going to help me?

Feed on Life

Feed on life 
as long as
you can
before death
feeds on you.

Those hungry 
worms await
with the
of vultures.

Life has its 
terms and it
It does not
care less if

you are weak
or if you 
are strong.
It will come.
It will go.

are out there
to feed
on you as
you are down.

Feed on life
while you have
the strength.
It is all
I can say.

I Used To Know Everything

I put people to rest in my sleep.
I send them to the dark side of the moon.
I have a powerful mind brain.
I burn paper and with its ashes I make gold.

I used to know everything.
I don’t know why I am best at forgetting.
I sit in this sidewalk all alone.
I watch the firemen put out fires all day.

I am in need of cigarettes.
I smoke them to relax myself and to
fight cancer mano a mano.
It gets awfully cloudy where I live.

Bio: Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Fevers of the Mind, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Venus in Scorpio Poetry Ezine.

all drawings by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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