Monday, August 20, 2018

Doomsday clock, minutes to midnight

Doomsday clock
minutes to midnight
I feel it coming
One more tick
the clock is sneering

tic tac toe
me and you
one more move
your breast is bulging
about to implode

doomsday clock
what do you do
tick tick tick
grab my hand
before I let go

minutes to midnight
no one in here
at least you listened
until your fav'rite music
stopped playing

Monday, October 17, 2016

Pa(nga)ko



sikip. bigat. kapit.
patalim sa paa
sa dibdib pumupunit

lumusong ka
ligaya ng pagnanasa
nawa'y ikay ipagpaubaya

pagmamahal na walang hanggan
lumbay, pagod hanggang saan
tiwalang iyong nakamit
katumbas ay sanlibong sakit.


Thursday, October 13, 2016

Miss na kita, Miss


Na mi miss ka na ng kwarto ko
     yung patak ng basang buhok
     sa sahig at kama
     kapag ika'y bagong ligo


Na mi miss ka na ng palad ko
     ang ating mga kamay
     magkalapat
     magkasukat


Na mi miss ko na ang yakap mo
    nagbibigay alab
    nagbibigay ningas


Na mi miss ko na ang lambing mo
    kiliti ng iyong ngiti
    halik sa aking pisngi


Na mi miss ko na ang boses mo
    tamis sa bawat kwento
    ang salita mong yumayakap
    sa aking pagkatao
    

Miss na kita, Miss
Miss na kita
Miss na miss.


Thursday, July 10, 2014

An attempt to make up for some skipped notes




His headset continued making love to his scruffy ear lobes. It reminded him of the worst and best days of his life; flashing before his eyes on every skipped note. He tried making faces in front of his blank monitor to relax his crow's feet, stretching the wrinkles on his forehead. He sipped from his mug one last time to taste that bitter fresh brew as he let his fingers draw the last few lines of his story.



Thursday, January 9, 2014

Dito po sa amin


Malamig, mahangin
Dinig ang ugoy ng mga puno
Lawiswis ng mga dahong tumatama sa mga sanga nito
Sa di kalayuan, matatanaw ang mga insektong
nakikipagpatintero sa talim ng mga damong ligaw,
sa ilalim ng lamlam ng buwan, sila'y naghabulan.

















Isinulat para kay MB, Disyembre 2013

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Untitled


The way you're moving in your sleep
the way you look before you leap
the strange illusions that you keep
you don't know, but I'm noticing.

Where's Fluffy?