Sunday, August 8, 2021

Green Bottles By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Inebriated nights
spent in one room

as the world spun
all the way around.

The green bottles piled
up in the kitchen table.

The skies grew darker
and dreams washed away.

The singing night birds
sang a secret song for
the lonely drunken man.



Luis has lived in California for 45 years. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. 

His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Dope Fiend Daily, The Rye Whiskey Review, Under The  Bleachers, Yellow Mama Webzine, and ZYX. Kendra Steiner Editions has published 8 of his chapbooks.

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