Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Poetry Is Driving All These Women Away

Poetry is driving
all these women away.
They prefer drama,
romance, and self-
help books.   Poetry
is not tough, rough,
or romantic enough.
Perhaps it is just me.
Poetry has nothing
to do with it.  Some
poets are getting
loving somewhere.
I can’t catch a break.
All the women I ever
loved are in love
with someone else.

 

 

So Close

 

I slept the whole night.

I had you close to me.

To dream is a beautiful thing.

The butchered stars

with their dim light did not

shine into my open mouth.

The full moon was not

grinning at my heartache.

My hands held you tight.

This dream felt so right.

My usual nightmares kept

away.  I dreamt of the one

I loved.   I hoped I would

never wake up.   I was

so close to living the dream.

In the morning I cursed my life.

I Am Afraid of Humans

 

I am afraid of humans.

They are not kind.

They misuse love.

They forget to keep promises.

 

I feel a certain sadness.

I get depressed.

Nothing humans

say comes from inside their hearts.

 

Nothing humans do makes sense.

Compared to a

flower they have

no feelings.  Love confuses them.