Monthly Archives: April 2015
i was told he died and transporting his body back to his home country was put on hold due to an ebola virus outbreak somewhere in Africa. i never got to know him well but i’m sure he was nice. he was already aboard on ship during my wedding and no one from his family had send any regards whatsoever until a few weeks later.
araw nang pagkabuhay
pero si erpat
the poetry that gets to be published
first introduces you, what follows are
nothing short of empty handshakes.
visions are worth seeing where it
may lead us. it also means fucking
other people up. that being said,
i want you to know i still wish there
is a joint chapbook of our poetry
published out there somewhere.
it’s only a matter of time before I speak the language of these walls ; where I’ll be able to figuratively snap the air around me and see the thin lines that divides a man’s eventual breakdown. it’s only a matter of time before this darkened room finds its way to stay in permanent pitch black and leave only my thoughts speaking aloud about a near and dying light. it’s only a matter of time when ghosts can finally cease on haunting and feel at home in our bedroom and when silence turns to being more than golden and when rest, alas, becomes one with eternal peace, there you will be and then you will see me not the way you wanted to see me, lifeless and free…