Monday, January 7, 2013

Two poems by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


I slept so much people thought I was dead. Loved ones came to pay their respects. I frightened birds with my snoring. I dreamt there were brooks in the yard where the frightened birds drank from. I slept for days and days. I lived in my dreams, where I did not have to work or answer to anyone. Night was beyond beauty and all the stars seemed an arm’s length away. In the mighty darkness I walked in a pygmy forest. In this death sleep I saw long gone relatives and friends. I did not shiver when they spoke to me. In silence I meditated. I grew wings and soon I was one of the frightened birds. Spreading my wings I soared over the mountains and I was ready to open my eyes.



I am the world’s most renowned surgeon. I performed surgery on the subway one day with a dull knife and just a few feet of string borrowed from some bum’s guitar. A guy had lost his hand on the tracks and lucky for him I was there to cut into the wound and to use the guitar string to sew him up. I filled the cut with some whiskey from the flask of a homeless drunkard. I had to promise the man I would refill his flask every night for a week. The guy that had lost his hand was screaming in agony when I showed up. In a matter of seconds he was shaking my hand with his sewed up hand. I have no idea why I am in this hospital. I did not do anything wrong. I just took a few aspirins from a pharmacy. But that’s what doctors do. Doctors have the right to take medicine from any pharmacy because they are doctors. I did not have any change on me to pay for them. But I did not owe them anything. All the lives I saved in my lifetime should be good enough for me to take anything I want when I don’t have any money. It is not like I am a criminal. I am a doctor and that alone should earn me the benefit of the doubt.

Author bits:

Luis was born in Mexico. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. Alternating Current Press/Propaganda Press published my latest chapbook, Songs for Oblivion. Poet's Democracy published my poetry book, Peering into the Sun.


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