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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal was born in 1967 in Cuernavaca, Morelos (Mexico). He has lived in Los Angeles County since 1975 and works in the mental health field in LA. His first book of poetry, ‘Raw Materials,’ was published in 2004 by Pygmy Forest Press. His broadside ‘In the House of the Butterflies’ was published by New American Imagist. Some of his poetry and artwork is featured in The Hold and Remark Poetry. Luis poems have been published in Spanish and English. New Hope International reviewed poems of his that appeared in ZYX, Journeys and RawNervzHaiku.

LUIS'S FAVOURITE THINGS:

THE DEATHSHIP by B. Traven

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FRANNY AND ZOOEY by J.D. Salinger

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IN THE SADNESS OF DAYS and CRAZY GYPSY by Luis Omar Salinas

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THE SMITHS

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CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN

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MILES DAVIS

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THE SIMPSONS

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THE FAMILY GUY

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FUTURAMA

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MORE FROM LUIS:

A selection of Luis' poetry on The Hold site

Wired Art for Wired Hearts: Raw Silk Poetry by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

'You Really Should Wear a Tie' on Shampoo Poetry site

'Rain and Fire' on Shampoo Poetry site

Selected Poems in Open Wide Magazine

'Free as a Bird' on Another Sun site

'River Bound' on Wilmington Blues site

'Spider Weaving' on Wilmington Blues site

Two Poems in Thunder Sandwich #23

Three Poems in Thunder Sandwich #20

'Drain You' on Remark Poetry site

'Wide Open' on Remark Poetry site

'Sex Symbol' on Remark Poetry site

'Homeboy's Gone' on Remark Poetry site

'No Prince for the Sad Girl' on Remark Poetry site

Selected Poems on The Hold website

Two Poems on The Hold website

'The First Lady of Space' on Circle Magazine site

Three Poems on The Hold site


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SELECTED POETRY
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal





'SANE AS THE BIRDS'



Some men babble in the wind.
Their nonsense soars above the rooftops,
Strikingly familiar to the songs of crows,
Or the rustling of leaves in the trees.

Their words make them appear strange.
But incredibly they are as sane as
The birds in the sky, although sometimes
A bucket of paint can be more colorful.

Some men have their heads in clouds.
At least that is more promising than
Those with their heads in the sand,
Or worse, where the sun doesn't shine.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT'



Is there a place
Where the damned
Can find redemption?
Like a lizard who can
Regenerate another tail,
Can the damned
Recover their souls?

Should they find joy
In the muses
Disguised as sparrows,
Or should they pick up
The shovel and find the home
Which fear created?


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'THIRST'



Hawks thirst for blood.
They sing for it
In the wind as
They spread their wings.

The sun is their
Witness, warm and
Shining upon
The cool prey, who

Sing another
Song: a song filled
With terror, fear,
And hopelessness.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'SUMMER AFTERNOON'



Leaves swirl
in summer's breeze.
Purple sky faces down
as I park the car to take a
picture.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'NO BED OF ROSES'



When I was an
Infant in Mexico
I almost suffered
The same fate
As Cuauhtemoc.

Cuauhtemoc's feet
Were torched with hot irons.
It was no bed of
Roses for
The Aztec emperor.

Under my crib
My brother, sister, and
Cousin played with
Matches. But
They couldn't light one match.

Fortunately,
My older sister saw
Them and told my mom.
There would be
No tragedy that day.

How my mother
Tells it now is that
They were too small and
Dumb to light
The matches back then.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'WITHDRAWAL'



Her veins
under her sleeves
were tingling
for the needle
of despair.

Her face
struck me as sad,
young, but aged,
impulsive and
distorted.

Her eyes
were weary, but
moved back and
forth, mortal.
She dozed off.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission



'BROKEN'


Broken windows in the house where the voices speak to the young man who broke the windows. A worn rug in the room where the young man paces and listens to the voices. He believes he is a psychic and predicts the end of the world. The voices encourage him and follow him around the house. There are moments when the world appears to be in his room, every nation, every soul, they're all there, tight and overwhelming. The voices are also there and without will or desire to take his medication, the voices take over him. Violence is the only reaction he could muster, but this makes the voices glad.

in the broken mirror
he sees himself
fractured


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'ABOUT THE LIGHT IN THE SKY'



Do you know about it?
Did you put it there?
My life depends on its glow
and its longevity.

Don't kill the light. Kill it
and you will kill me.
My heart runs on its power.
Like a moth, I'm drawn to it.

During the dark hours of
each day, I cower.
I wrap myself in a long
and warm blanket and I sleep.

But there is always light
that returns to me,
that returns to the sky. But
I wonder if it will last.



© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'HARSH SONG'



A crow's song
rips a hole through
the cool morning air.

On the wire
its harsh song
lifted me from my dream.

Not angered,
I thanked the crow
for rescuing me

from a dream
where roses covered
my entire body:

the thorns deep
inside trying
to bring me peace.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


'BREVITY'


What is wrong with brevity?
Brevity is good.
It is simple,
to the point.

Why must the soul be poured out
in correspondence
between poets?
Read the poem.

The soul is in the poem.
It is always there.
It is all that
I can give.

You can find my
soul in my poems,
however, brief.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission



'FOOLS AND MAGICIANS'



Let's walk through these
telephone numbers
in my special book.
I can give you
the numbers of fools
and magicians.

Who would you like to
speak to first? The fools
are more than truthful than
the tricksters, who
are only interested
in your purse strings.

The fools will give
you free advice and
offer you the world.
But you don't have
to believe them. They're
only fools, after all.

Come to think of
it, the numbers are
not much help at all.
They are always
busy and most aren't
in-service anymore.


© Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Reproduced with permission


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