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.