Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal's  first book of poems, Raw Materials, 
was published by Pygmy Forest Press in 2004.  

He was born in Mexico and lives and works in Los Angeles County, CA (USA). 
 

 

EVENING CALLS 

Let’s go off into the evening.
Those who know me
And trust me believe I
Have made progress.  Those
Whose minds are made are
Fast to end my roaming ways.
The evening calls to me
On this particular day.
Out of spite they won't let me go.
They dig my grave without a shovel.



SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL 

Let something beautiful out,
A song you can hang the moon on,
The one-word lovers mean
When it’s not a game.

Let the suicides die and madness
Mend its own mind.  Let the light
Out of the caves and
Bring out the paint to

Color what lacks.  Take sadness, grief,
And sorrow and find it
A new face: the smile
You fell in love with.
 
HE MADE THE STONES SOB 

He made the stones sob,
Pale in appearance,
An asylum in his
Hoarse speech and laughter.

Grim and disheveled,
Breaking bread with white
Pelicans where stones
Felt the crashing waves.

Shouted epithets
At the heavens as
His feet, immersed in
Water, disappeared.

Clouds of dust emerged
In the water, where
He stood, and drifted
Away with the waves.

His shoes and socks on
The sand waited for
Him.  A white pelican
Followed him out of

The water to shore.
He dropped pieces of
Bread for his friend and
Shouted at the sea.