Inbox
Stop looking in your inbox.
You are not going to stop
being a writer and you
are not going to care if
the rejections keep coming.
The name of the game
is to empty out the contents
of your soul and your feelings.
Immortality is only
for the ones who are alive.
The Last Step
We see them in the street
without peace of mind
like a boat without oars,
like a star without light.
At night they move like
the walking dead, slow,
as the moon shines above,
as if every step could be
their last. The street is not
kind. The drum of life and
death beats on and on
from dawn to dusk for the
poor people in the street,
women, men, and children.
There is a hatred that will
not even ask for names.
Songs of oblivion are sung
with tired and teary eyes.
The night is so long for
the poor people in the street.
Death is only a step away.
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabál has lived in California for 45 years. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared online and in print in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Red Fez Publications, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine. His first book of poems was published by Pygmy Forest Press.
RAMINGO! 