"Take the City In" and "This Quiet Night"

Take the City In

I take the city in
and leave the past behind.
I walk from the workplace’s
sticks and stones and I go
to a place of leisure.
I keep it together.
The city does not turn
its back on me.  The trees
provide shade as the sun
becomes intense.  The sea
of heads walk past me as
if I did not exist.
This does not bother me.
The city knows my name.
 

This Quiet Night

Pensive on this quiet night.
I sit in a corner of a room;
The city no longer alive;
The air whispers faintly.
It is a strange air, like if it
wants to tell me things.
It is circling unlike a vulture.
 
The house wants some
conversation or a song
to fill its spaces.  The night
remains quiet.  I discover
a certain jealousy. 
I love how quiet it is.
I offer the house the air
and its whispers.  But
the house is bitter,
like if it wants a party.
It remains sullen and cold.
 
The quiet night soothes me.
It seems the house feels
more alone than me.
I knock on the wall to
acknowledge its needs
and then I blast the stereo.

 

 

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal wasborn in Mexico, works in the mental health in Los Angeles, California, and has had poems published since the late 80's. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, San Antonio Review, and Yellow Mama Magazine. His chapbooks and books have been published by Alternating Current Press, Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet's Democracy, Pygmy Forest Press, and Ten Pages Press. Luis recommends St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

 

Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Tuesday, June 21, 2016 - 23:25