I Look all Crazy
 
Don’t tell me what to do.
I am the voice of reason.
 
My one blind eye sees all.
The other one sees nothing.
 
I look all crazy in
the mirror. I am not who
 
I think I am. I make
funny faces. I open up
 
the cabinet. I hide
the poison pills there. There is
 
an invisible ghost
there who basks in silence. I
 
keep the ghost inside there
all alone and despondent.

*Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal was born in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico.  His first poetry book, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA.  His poetry chapbooks have been published by Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, and Poet's Democracy.  His chapbook, Songs For Oblivion, will be published by Alternating Current Press in 2012.