COFFEE TALK

i could have just written
about a hot coffee and that teaspoon of
brown sugar

and tell you that this is what is poetry
all about

one morning when it rains
so hard that we have no chance
to talk, and really talk
about it

but despite the rain
you leave just the same.

EMO #`1

your love
was true
you hid it
just the
same

there was
one which
was truer
than true and
you confessed
it only to
be rejected

now you ask
me, who would
want another
confession?

i say, love at
its truest will
still confess that
love...for such
love fears none
and knows
not what
rejection means.

to be a poet is to be
a soul

to deny the body
of
its place
on earth is what
the soul
asserts

to be a body
again
when you fall
short of
something divine
inside
you
that undeniable
force
that drives you crazy
when you write

in that trance the body
whips upon itself
the pain from which
the soul dances with
so much
joy

to write is to breathe

exhale, inhale, exhale,
inhale,

lungs always feeling
empty still

the day is about
to close

the light by the
window blinks

may it be a very
tiring day
without any
misgiving

may you be hurt
and yet still be
forgiving

may you have wounds
that knows how to heal
themselves

may you shake the hands
of the night
may you kiss its palms
with all gratitude

may your sleep be sound
may your heart be emptied
of all the fears
of all the worries that the
day has given you for all
its heavenly intentions.

i'll miss those days
when both of you and mom
are going together on a trip
and there is no more news
what is happening
in your destination

i like the silence for once
a news blackout
where i can also be left
alone
tending about how i am
going
with my own self

i will miss those moments
when you tell me that you are having
fun with mom
and telling me that she is one ideal
woman

...i like it

she is never my mom and
i erred having you

i think i miss myself with the
other woman
who left me with all her tears

LAZY MORNING

toothbrush is not cleaning
its bristles and the toothpaste
is not in the mood for the mint
in the gel,

water is too cold and the locks
of hair dislike wetting
the bed is still burning with fire
but doused with coughing

bones let go the sounds of cracking
roosters broke up with hens which
strut around with newly hatched
eggs

i am facing another morning's
blank screen and will not google.

A NOTE FROM SCOTERAS

you are all foolish

when it is now hot
you want it cold
when it was cold then
you want it hot again

always looking for what is not.

why complicate life?

too much for nothing
just do some believing
and always nodding
be wise keep pretending
no misgiving
plain surviving and
keep reviving
so many things so unreal
in happy living

MY IDOL

my idol is
still Mr bean
who does not
stalk
and most of
all
does not
talk

YOU can still be
a baby
even at seventy

you suck.

FLASH! FALSE

last night i dreamed
that some police officers
are surrounding my house
announcing my arrest
for human trafficking

they forced my door open
and killed my bodyguard

i guess it is high time now
not to believe in dreams.

the one and only eye
of the universe
looks down upon all of
us

its laughter is at a
vibration level which
we cannot hear

we are inside it
and we think that we too are eyes
who can see clearly
what is there and what is not there

we argue more than the
dusts
we like to compare ourselves
with the orbits of the planets
that move without
a thought

the one and only eye of the universe
does not blink
it moves and moves and moves
away

like the star ship of our movies
until we sleep
and too pass away

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THE WILLING VICTIM OF THE JUSTICE SYSTEM

The two of you
watch me
how i meet death
how i look at it
in the confidence of
my eyes

there is no need for
both of you
no testimony shall be
taken

a dead man cannot file
his case in court
he had chosen to seal
his lips

HONESTLY

something in me
wants to go back
and want once more
to hear the sound of
your laughter

i want to imitate
what it really is
i want to show this
place where i come
from
i want to show you
now how disfigured
is my mouth
how this system
has done badly
for all the child in us.

A DATE ONE DAY IN APRIL

first time for me to be
inside a jacuzzi

nice place with an
ambiance of bonsai pines

a rock garden beside us
and a fountain singing the

tune of water at the other
side of the glass window

where the sun just set and
then the fading color of orange

permeates the room when
you said that it is time to light

the lamp of Aladdin which
you bought from Siem Riep

you undress and then join
me in the bubbling water

i couldn't help but
jack off too early

as you landed the first kiss
in the wet planks of my lips

that port of my being
where lonely ships take rest.

U & I

you burst first
and then surrender
to the soft pillow
of the bed

i didn't have that
magma
the volcano in my
mind
sleeps and the
eruption
was just a word
that came out
unrestrained so
you hear it giving
you the pleasure
of some stars

i wake up
looking at my own
body
the terrains of my
abdomen
show an abandoned
land

my eyes are clouds
hanging on the black sky
and then it rains
once again satisfying the
thirst of grass
the longing of the river
the bareness of
land.

THE FATHER OF MAN

THERE was this child
whom Mama shooed
away when the doctor of
the village comes once
in a while

he was the same child
whom Papa left home
when he went away on
a hunting trip for days
and comes back with the
head of wild deer

his eyes are lonely peeping
upon a hole of the wall where
the termites live for years
silently consuming everything
that was built there

no one is lonely forever
sometimes loneliness grows
an edifice
and then a fence
where that lonely smile is
kept away
from everybody

when both Mama and Papa
passed away
when the doctor met his
untimely death
when the head of the deer
was stolen away
when the termites came
triumphantly

when everything that hurt him
becomes forever
forgotten

this child has become the father
of man
who now writes you
this poem

i can have at my command.

i've read the story about
that half-woman half-fish

so sad to know that a man
had been taken deep down

the blue sea and was never
seen again because of a

deception which stirred the
minds of  kin and skin

now i must confront you
about what i must say & do

i can't take both, i can
discard the half of that woman

& i can take the fish for
my viand tonight  good for

my body and soul, i am
not hungry for tales i am

hungry for salt and sea and
fins and tails and what is

not found in that woman
which i can have at my command.

a date one day in april

first time for me to be
inside a jacuzzi

nice place with an
ambiance of bonsai pines

a rock garden beside us
and a fountain singing the

tune of water at the other
side of the glass window

where the sun just set and
then the fading color of orange

permeates the room when
you said that it is time to light

the lamp of Aladdin which
you bought from Siem Riep

you undress and then join
me in the bubbling water

i couldn't help but
jack off too early

as you landed the first kiss
in the wet planks of my lips

that port of my being
where lonely ships take rest.