Featured Poet: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

FOREWARNED

If you step into
my room doctor,
you will need a
doctor yourself.

I don’t hold back my
punches when I
start swinging. You
are forewarned.

If you increase
my medicine,
I will come at
you like a fiend.

I already told
you I am not
crazy, but you
have to push it.

I put my share of
people in the
infirmary.
You could be next.
I just want to go
home. I need to
deal with my folks
in my own way.
I am not always
angry. I had
one episode.
But I’m fine now.

©2008 Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal