Sabado, Marso 31, 2012

Constellations

we silently kill ourselves, gently,
when we wish upon the star
for something extraordinary.
that noose-like galaxy.

Academe

they hate
what is
outside
of their
territory:
bums,
black-smoked factories,
bubblegum-shoes,
organic intellectuals,
3-in-1 coffee,
wisdom from hungry mouth,
plastic spoon and fork,
mass starvation,
novelty,
pop.
they hate
you,
especially you
because
you
are
not
them.
yet they love
you
being feeble--
feeble minded,
pebbles brain,
a not so
important
breath.
they chose
to manifest
erasers,
they will
erase
us,
you.
they will
fill us,
you
with
theories
far
from reality,
like distant
polaris.
cogito
ergo
sum.
they hate
you,
yes!
they hate
you

but you,
you
love
them.

A Destination

drifting into nothingness
i steered myself--
left.

approaching my destination:
the Leninist agenda,
the Marxist thought,
the Maoist propaganda.

contemplating, these
ideal sojourns, these
socially-driven
love;

i found myself
happy.

the sky
crimson
as my blood.

i've never
been
this
happy.

52

Kung dalawa na lamang tayo
sa sarili nating mundo,
isasara ko ang pinto,
ikakandado.
Ikukulong kita
sa aking hininga
at paiigtadin
ang iyong mga kurba.
Saka ko bubuksan
ang nakakuyom
na petalya.

Digestion

eat
the world
before
it
will
eat
you
drink
the world
before
it
will
drown
you

man,

you are
the king
of this
stupid
limbo
world

eat
and
drink.