07 11 / 2011
I recall the time it never rained,
not a single pour on my teacup.
21st of January, 2009,
under a small sturdy Nipa hut,
we were talking about our future,
constellations and voodoo dolls.
Lust, cochlea, paradigms, Jesus,
Bumble bees, cataracts and silent farts.
Now three years after, here we are,
lying on our death beds wishing we could turn back time
and just turn on the mimeograph..
Duplicate our lives for back up.
28 9 / 2011
I tie a yellow ribbon around the loose grip
As I see you slowly drifting farther than my reach
No more pocketful of wedding.
It’s time for you to sing."
27 9 / 2011
"Gathering hues of blue
incinerating my memories of you
ashes from sun, love lost then gone."
07 9 / 2011
Friends and foes
All but fools
Trying to salve
Their hidden wounds
I am here, oh so inlove
But I just don’t know what to do.
November mood, november mood.
23 8 / 2011
She’s bearing your son and I bear the pain of yours and mine.