Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Sigh for the Day

I sigh with a

quivering lip

for hours on end.

I feel night’s kick

and claw making

a mess of me,

knocking me out

for all history.

Sigh for the day 

to end. This is 

no solitary 

nightmare.

This is no 

paradise. 

Only in dreams 

can I live 

a better life.

I die every 

living day 

with death

in my face 

daring me 

to jump.

Listening to the Doctor 

Good news and bad news,

oh, what to hear first?

The world will be here without me.

I can continue composing poems.

I shook off the news with a sigh.

I have bigger problems than I thought. What is to like about life?

I think about the time I have left.

I think in seconds and milliseconds.

Sunlight comes in through the blinds.

I have delicate skin.

My knee-joints have complaints

and that is not the worst.

I feel lucid.

Why shout epithets?

The sunlight falls upon me.

There is life and death.

I have seen a lot.

We are always skirting the inevitable

and sometimes we come to the end.

Crave the Food 

I crave the food

that makes my body sick.

I need more hearts

so I can indulge.

The sweets and salt,

they are not good for me.

I starve myself 

when I get too big.

If I only 

live once, I have to pace

myself, pick my spots,

before I am gone.

Tonight I might

get the slice of pie, a

bottle of wine,

and something greasy.