I.
2 a.m. is odd
for a doctor’s appointment
but the phallic paintings help
with the anxiety. “He treats famous men,”
was the receptionist excuse
for the schedule and interior.
“You’re in good hands,”
did not assure me.
The door opened,
‘is it my turn?’
Let this grimace
be the first symptom.
II.
I touched the foil
it...
I flow from this book you gave
in the last of the under fifteen
minutes. Me over my head,
like a shocked reader
of those backward zeroes
printed in the purchase receipt:
in love with the lola magic
over the bridge I couldn’t pull out,
play nor call a trick to...
If one looks closely into the night sky,
and spot, by chance, these flying balls of fire,
a wondrous sight for the naked eye,
a heavenly transcendence of one’s earthly desire;
a broken space rock’s fallen debris
which acquainted with the earth’s atmosphere,
blazing through, the speed of unimaginable...
They’re everywhere.
When you’re born: 7/24/1997
Age: 20 years old
Deadlines: 11:59pm, October 10, 2018
Grades that fluctuate: 94 to 60; 5.0 to 1.0
First salary: P16,000
Damn bills, taxes: P5,000 for electricity??!?!
Properties: 1
Relatives: 156
Christmas party giveaways: P50.00 for each child??!?!
Speed limit on the highway: Don’t go beyond 100!!!
Doctor’s...
Nagpapausok na naman ang mga kapre–
‘Yung mga dambuhalang pabrikang nakatapak sa dating luntiang lote.
Hindi ko man marinig ngunit animo’y umiiyak,
Itong bago kong pananim na sinasakal ng lupang bitak-bitak.
Walong gabi’t siyam na umaga na ang nakalipas,
Hindi na ako makapaghintay sa pagbukas ng mga dahon...
I lied
when I said
“I’ll be home soon,
don’t you worry about me”
I just didn’t want
to hear you
burst into tears
through the receiver
for it would also rain
down my cheeks
under the shadow of my helmet.
I lied
when I said
“Victory is ours”
after two nights and awake-up
the only thing that...
There you go again,Praying for yourCreature comforts.Brain’s drying up,I see,Though summer’sNot been around
That long.Seasons haveTheir uses,Did you know.Summer is so thatFlowers can growAnd bees...
Under the broken streetlamp
a Loonpoem struggles to be born
In the ruins.
Her voice cried
As the earth cracked open
And Our Lady of Light came
Tumbling down.
The selfsame...
Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not
A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black.
You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can
Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With...