The broken promises
are on display every day.
I don't know how they can
sleep or like themselves at all.
This reality show needs to
end. Still it goes on.
I watch the train wreck and
do not change the channel.
I watch the show for days.
I wonder if I am dead.
These people can't be real.
They all need to go away.
I don't know how people
can think like them.
They must all be broken
inside. The broken promises
do not die. They go on and on.
_
Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal is a poet and Literary Editor for The Commonline Journal. His poems in English and Spanish have appeared in many online and print journals. His first book of poetry, Raw Materials (2004) was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine (2016) was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. Luis was born in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico, works in the mental health field and lives in Los Angeles CA.
are on display every day.
I don't know how they can
sleep or like themselves at all.
This reality show needs to
end. Still it goes on.
I watch the train wreck and
do not change the channel.
I watch the show for days.
I wonder if I am dead.
These people can't be real.
They all need to go away.
I don't know how people
can think like them.
They must all be broken
inside. The broken promises
do not die. They go on and on.
_
