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.
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.
23 8 / 2011
The sound from the television’s drowned by the honks of the japanese cars
swerving on the rough and bumpy road of Divisoria.
The streets are packed with black crows waiting for their turns to eat the
I can see their eyes blurred by the city lights and colored by the smog
was the name of my lover way back 1800s.
He was tall and copper toned with lips that are moist and puffy.
Oh God, how I missed him and those days when dense forests of narra covered
most of Northern Caloocan, the air’s full and virgin and the fruits are real not
little piggy bank, dancing nervously on my office desk.
Waiting for the clock to turn 10am so it can go outside and have a smoke.
The coins make tingling noise and the dust are settled inside his
transparent body case.
Shaking. Lust. Cold.