Out of the Shadows



Out of the Shadows


Sleeping in shadows,

rocked to sleep

by the conversation

of crickets and trees,

a drunken cacophony

of frenetic song and

speech, rustling wind,

and whooshing in

the ears, the homeless

soul takes his place

amongst the displaced.

In his dream one hundred

feet step all over him,

a giant centipede, with

absolute hunger for

flesh and bone. Saved

by a car horn, the sound

of mangled metal, copper,

aluminum and glass;

the smell of burned

rubber. Out of the shadows,

he steps out, a canopy

of stars shine, siren sounds

in the near vicinity,

the homeless souls heads

to another place away

from the tragic excitement

he wants no part of.





Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal



Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent

book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems  

online and in print have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner

Editions, Mad Swirl, Medusa's Kitchen, Rye Whiskey Review, and Unlikely Stories. 

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