Apologies to W.C. by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I could be drunk,

resting my bones

in the red wheelbarrow 

glazed and dazed

by the white chickens 

besides the fence,

but alas there is no

fence or white chickens,

and there is definitely 

no red wheelbarrow.

Luis was born in Mexico, lives in California, and works in the mental health 

field in Los Angeles, CA. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Beatnik Cowboy,

Dope Fiend Daily, Unlikely Stories, and Zygote In My Coffee.