Monthly Archives: September 2006

Poem of strange affection

I.  He/She As is her style, she draws the first blood. He’s got a survival kit: He looks the other way. He has started on a very bad slope: He’s damn too deep in the rocking chair. This baby loves … Continue reading

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A notion of poetry

You get the good with the bad: You keep in the grave the soulful love.

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Dosage

So we measure our lives in coffee cups. The cubicles of our prison house stock up the hours we whittle laboriously away on chalks & blackboards for another zero-sum that stares into everyday. A new friend here or a new … Continue reading

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The visit

It’s almost natural: His boys at the forum will frisk you down, open your bags, take your snapshot for fear you could be a militant or a suicide bomber out to get the general seated at the front, like one … Continue reading

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Dry run: A poem for fans of the Rolling Stones – Sarah, Camille, Lala, Kat, Pot, Choi, Michael & Omeng

I It was, of course, bedlam. The kids couldn’t be comforted with words smelling of blood: After all, they could handle the truth. They knew the brutality of aging hands. So the irrepressible pursued the logic to the bitter end: … Continue reading

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Tragicomic

The children wanted simply to ask why? But the dogs of war were sicced on them (& the dogs, loyal to a fault, didn’t know why either)

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Reworking a poem at nineteen

The grand señor prefers his barako black Now & then, a whim of milk drop, or sugar cube &, like the regular chime of the antique clock, he goes about his act like Chaplin with a hat He stands out, … Continue reading

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Never Again

Yes, it should not happen, never again! The Persona in Malacañang, loud & firm, exorcising evil with the rule of the realm – Guns & bayonets flashing the day’s omen protesters rumbling with quickfire men It should not happen, never … Continue reading

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Ang walang katapusang huling tula

Nang siya na sinrikit ni Aprodite ay maging kalansay na sinlamig ng ulan sa kaniyang gunita, dumaloy na muli ang mainit na dugo sa kaniyang tuyot na puso.

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Isang linyang nobela

Kumakain pa ng tao ang halimaw sa yungib.

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