Pagtanaw

Hinahanap ka sa pagitan ng bawat kurap
Tinatawag ka sa gitna ng bawat paghinga

Sa bawat tibok
Sa bawat yapak

Sa bawat hiling
Sa bawat bituin

Makitang muli
Makitang muli

Falling in Line for the Matinee

One day, someday, I'll fall in love
in black and white
in classic film

That day, one day, just out of sight
just come it might
just come it will

Until that day I'll fall in line
and wait my time
and wait on you

And pass the day, just out of mind
as still life like
as still life do

Out

Out of minds;

Both yours

and mine

A sigh recalls

A breath

reminds

That though now apart

Once was

entwined

Face forever's farewell

Till end

of time

To Boredom

I walk to ease my boredom;
the repetitive steps
blur the repetitive days.

Step

Every word; every step;
every repeating
minute detail
of everyday.

Step

And the repetitive words
get me through the repetitive days
to wake once more
to boredom.

Steal as a Grave

And you are lost forever;

No turning back for you.

No turning back;

No turning.

No nothing;

No you.

Just glass

and silence.

Just wood

and stillness.

Just earth;

shit happens.

It just happened to you.

Lights

I tried to flash you

with my headlights;

High beams, low.

But you,

you were stupid;

Stupidly stubborn.

So I tried to pump

my brake-lights of

red desperation.

You were still breathing

in my rearview mirror

as I bathed you

with my parking lights

and darkness.

Story Time

And he said
“Gather around children,
seat before me
by the fire place.

Make yourselves comfortable
as I kick you in the face”

“Kick the baby”
he shouted
as he unleashed;
leg connecting
to smiling child,
to smiling child.

One flew far;
far far away.
Flying! Flying;
never wanting to wake up.

Wake up my child!
Wake up!
You are in a coma,
please wake up!

But that one flew far;
far far away.
Flying! Flying;
never wanting to wake up.

One other child went blam.
“BLAM!”
as pain exploded
and slowly vanished
tearing flesh
revealing not so pearly whites.

Eyes half closed;
seeing little,
hearing ringing.
BLAM!
That other child was dead.