Twilight Zone Kind of Days

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

It is one of those Twilight Zone

kind of days with the sun swallowed

up by grey, fluffy clouds. 2023

feels like 1980, with my hair long,

down below my shoulders, and

Van Halen blasting from the radio,

Everybody Wants Some. A green

Dodge Dart, with its windows

down all the way, provides the

sound. The brunette behind

the wheel smiles at me and blows

a kiss at me as she drives off

in a haste. KICKER, reads the plates

in black letters. I am transported

to those days, where I was literally

half-the-man I am now in weight

at least. My 80s do in my mind,

looks like I have hair to spare.

I brush a chunk out of my eyes

and drive down the road where

KICKER is only a distant memory

and the music switches back to

2023. Black Summer pumps out

of my radio, with Anthony, Flea,

John, and Chad making this

Twilight Zone the place to be.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Ángeles. His artwork has appeared over the years in Medusa’s Kitchen, Nerve Cowboy, The Dope Fiend Daily, and Rogue Wolf Press, Venus in Scorpio Poetry E-Zine.