Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, West Covina, CA
JOURNEY WITH ME
Journey with me
in pursuit of truth.
I fall and I rise.
It is always like this.
Journey with me.
Maybe we could go
in other directions
and come full circle.
Journey with me.
I have found truth
and many people
don’t see it when
it is in front of them.
They know the lie.
They hear it often
as the country burns.
Journey with me
in pursuit of truth.
I fall and I rise.
It is always like this.
Journey with me.
Maybe we could go
in other directions
and come full circle.
Journey with me.
I have found truth
and many people
don’t see it when
it is in front of them.
They know the lie.
They hear it often
as the country burns.
A MURAL IN LOS ANGELES
I saw a mural
in Los Angeles
of a bearded
man who looked
like me staring
straight ahead
and next to me
was a man in
an LA Dodger
cap that looked
like my younger
brother. It was
on a way road
on Olive Street.
I saw the mural
from a red light
on Pico Boulevard.
If it was not for my
friend I would
have never seen
it. She laughed
so hard it startled
me. I looked at
her as she said
that looks like you
and your brother.
I kept driving,
but I took the same
route again a day
later just to make
sure the mural
of the men
that looked like me
and my brother
was still there.
This time I snapped
a photo to show
my brother and
my family. There
was more laughter
at home when they
saw the photo.
Our mural was there
in Los Angeles
for everyone to see.
HEADLINE NEWS (WHICH ONE IS MADE UP?)
Hammerhead Falls From The Skies;
Sasquatch Marries A Gorilla;
Police Found Missing Person, After
60 Years She Disappeared, She Wants To
Stay Hidden;
Authorities Say A Babysitter Checked
Under The Bed For Monsters,
She Found Someone;
John Lennon Love Letter Bemoaning
Paul’s Snoring Goes On Sale;
Man Who Lets Snake Bite Him 200
Times Spurs A New Anti-Venom Hope;
Supermarket Chain Says Polish Workers
Found Cocaine In Banana Boxes
Hammerhead Falls From The Skies;
Sasquatch Marries A Gorilla;
Police Found Missing Person, After
60 Years She Disappeared, She Wants To
Stay Hidden;
Authorities Say A Babysitter Checked
Under The Bed For Monsters,
She Found Someone;
John Lennon Love Letter Bemoaning
Paul’s Snoring Goes On Sale;
Man Who Lets Snake Bite Him 200
Times Spurs A New Anti-Venom Hope;
Supermarket Chain Says Polish Workers
Found Cocaine In Banana Boxes
MY EYES
Before the hours
Took my eyes
And made me blind
I cursed the light
With all my might
I heard shovels
My legs buckled
Everything was high
I fell on my face
And bloodied my eyes
And my hair; the blood
Felt like slime
And red rain
I laid down and
Slept for hours.
Before the hours
Took my eyes
And made me blind
I cursed the light
With all my might
I heard shovels
My legs buckled
Everything was high
I fell on my face
And bloodied my eyes
And my hair; the blood
Felt like slime
And red rain
I laid down and
Slept for hours.
AROUND THE BLOCK
I do not get writer’s block.
If I ever feel the slightest hint
of developing writer’s block
I take a stroll around the block.
I converse with Nature; give
the flowers my blessings,
and the birds my attentive
ears. I watch the clouds in
the sky shifting ever so
slowly. I watch happy dogs
with their owners wagging
their tails. In the afternoon
light I shield my eyes from
the sun. I attack each step
with the thought of what I
am going to write next.
I do not get writer’s block.
If I ever feel the slightest hint
of developing writer’s block
I take a stroll around the block.
I converse with Nature; give
the flowers my blessings,
and the birds my attentive
ears. I watch the clouds in
the sky shifting ever so
slowly. I watch happy dogs
with their owners wagging
their tails. In the afternoon
light I shield my eyes from
the sun. I attack each step
with the thought of what I
am going to write next.
THE LAST TREE LEFT ON EARTH
I wish I could talk.
I wish I could vent.
I wish I could air
out my grievances
against the world.
How many poems,
novels, magazines
do you need to
raise a profit out of
my decaying limbs?
At least the birds
take only so little
to build their nest.
They sing for me
of days long gone.
I wish I could walk.
I wish I could fly.
I wish I could multiply,
but I am the last tree
on earth in this life.
Today’s LittleNip:
BACK AND FORTH
—Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Back and forth
To work we go
The smells of smog
The taste of stale air
We wear our best clothes
Nothing fits me
But I get it to fit
Someway, somehow
I can’t go to work naked
I don’t want to make waves
I cover up my breasts with 2X shirts
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Luis Berriozábal for today’s fine poetry and visuals!
BACK AND FORTH
—Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Back and forth
To work we go
The smells of smog
The taste of stale air
We wear our best clothes
Nothing fits me
But I get it to fit
Someway, somehow
I can’t go to work naked
I don’t want to make waves
I cover up my breasts with 2X shirts
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Luis Berriozábal for today’s fine poetry and visuals!
“…what I am going to write next.”
—Public Domain Photo Courtesy of Medusa
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The Auburn Hip Hop Congress
today in Lincoln, 3pm,
plus open mic.
For info about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
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Poets’ Club of Lincoln
presents
The Auburn Hip Hop Congress
today in Lincoln, 3pm,
plus open mic.
For info about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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