Monthly Archives: October 2013

moro – moro


anghel de la guardia
ng kalangitan
hawak ang espada
nakatuon nakaamba
sa demonyong nakahandusay
sa lupa braso’y gamit panangga —

eto ang walang kamatayang imahen
na di nasisilayan ng karamihan

sa telebisyon,

sa radio,

sa lipunan.



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yeah, it ain’t the end of the world


you’ve seen many things

my new friend
and one eye goin’ blind
won’t keep you from seeing
the worst .

of course, they will say
it doesn’t matter
keep it up
it’s the poet in you not the man
with one eye unable to see
that will watch the world
and write about it

and dig that there’s some
good old bullshit romanticism
in there to which
we are fond of

like Beethoven losing his hearing
and Van Gogh lacking one ear,

Manet’s silenced legs, Renoir’s
plagued with arthritis, Matisse’s
strapped in a wheelchair

or Frida Khalo’s rebirth from
a freak accident,

even Django Reinhart somehow,
whose fourth and fifth fingers
were paralysed.

they will tell you that
like some good music playing
in the ears
in a shuhada day…

truth is, it’s a motherfucker
losing an eyesight
and you know it.

( for Subhankar Das )

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amongst the dead and the dying

the fly was still moving its limbs
probably pushing itself upwards to get up
to flee but didn’t make it and
was still moving when i woke up
from a nap after two hours.

but the spider was swift and
managed to get away twice but stupid
enough to come back and be
stomped by a dirty towel that i used
when i scrubbed the floor.

the spider was dead as swift
as he moved but the fly was still beating
its limbs by the time the wife
arrived after one more hour and
it was almost evening.

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lovepoem of some sort

was here
talkin’ about
i said no,
i just want
to talk about
what we’re
going to do

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her self – glory

her chair creaks in rhythm
with her legs fidgeting
like a panting dog.
she would say she don’t have leads yet you’ll see
on the report that she’s all good all through out the week.
she would make strings of phone calls just as when
offices are about to take a break.
you would hear her complain about doing a lot
of work and not getting anything even a pat on the back
but she would always take a desk job
like encoding a batch of cv’s of applicants
her boss is eyeing for as her replacement
and sitting on the switchboard
when the company receptionist is on leave,
and like the panting dog that she is, she would do it,
tongue out and waiting for a bone.

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you had made me wore masks
more than i should be;

in you i kept some of my
dreams muttered sighs;

in your arms i found peace
yet thru time i wandered;

you took my breath away
and held on it forever;

that heartache lives on
in every moments of bliss ;

love, i’d given you my lifetime
and now you owe me honesty.

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lament for the fall guy

” enough for the night “. that’s
what the head policeman said after
the raid last night. he barged along
with barangay tanods whose faces
we knew. we we’re on the back next
to the house doing drugs when it took
placed and my scorer even sang rod
stewart’s some guys have all the luck
as we heard the muffled screams of
the pusher that was arrested.

after that raid, the men who were with
the policeman went on doing their
usual routine — guard the street as they
take shots of emperador and isaw and
played cards and drank 3 in 1 coffees
thru white plastic cups and smoked
whatever cigarettes left from the previous
night and placed bets on a gambling game
in a funeral wake and eat either skyflakes,
monays or soup and one of them even
went to us to do drugs to make sure
he can stay up until his shift ended,
” gotta stay awake for the job “, he said.
and I thought of that pusher and how he
would come up for bail money or what would
his 2 year old kid eat until he’ s out from jail
and selling dope on the streets again, will her
wife give hand jobs to young men scoring drugs
just to make it thru the day, but that is one
business that is not mine to pry —–

these words, this was all that I can do for him.

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