Sinuway mo lahat ng paraan ng kaniyang pagguhit:
Hindi ka nagsunod-sunuran sa mga tuwid
Na linyang nagdidikta kung ano ka dapat.
Hindi mo hinayaang may mabuong imahe
Ng katotohanan na matamo iyon, labi,
O iba pang bahaging walang ipangangako.
Pinagpatong-patong mo ang mga kulay,
Pinilit gumawa ng mga bagong hugis,
Itinago...
Busilak
Perlas sa karagatan
Ng iyong kalooban
Na aking natagpuan.
Pagiging Payak
Palamuti mong taglay
Na aking hinangaan
At sukdulang minahal.
Aking Habambuhay
Dahil ika’y pinili,
Ako’y mananatili
Sa kandi mo’t kandili.
Antikwaryo
Kahit hindi na bago,
Ingatan mo’t itago
Ang antigo kong puso.
*Diyona- “isang katutubong tula na may pitong pantig bawat taludtod at ang saknong ay...
Aimless and astray – “I won’t go far”
But most times, lost in the intricate streets and manmade blocks
Not knowing the way back to your bosom
I am the leaves, bloodless even with the stomping feet of men
and most often I am the leaf that...
You have a thing for stars
and constellations, you announce
as we hang out in front
of our favorite sari-sari store,
each of us smoking a stick
of Winston Lights in between sips
of RC Cola from a plastic pouch,
and munching on Happy Peanuts.
I like looking at the stars,...
You don’t listen to jazz because
It is neither pedestrian nor broccoli.
“Who’s Mahatma Gandhi?” asks a man
Who had somehow gone through twenty
Years without learning a thing or
Two in history but swears that
A wild boar’s penis does wonders
To an underachieving male such as
He. Incredibly smart...
I was seven
a war marred my hometown
Tíyo and the fishermen
soldiers
the deep sea
battlefield
a compound
of the sea’s little bones
of sable sands
in a wicked bottle
their arsenal made
the...