PARTE DOS
I PLUCK 
i plucked your petals
like an old dream
that remained on my lola’s pockets;
pink and red
scattered like
filth.
hail the new queen!!!
YOUR CANDY
The million-ton-weight of my tummy
is way too lighter than
the saddle I have
long been pulling my exit way.
But one snap stands
maybe for a year or so.
And time can?t rope it out.
A long stare can make me
muse over the whole scene,
downsizing me?
You could have asked for it.
You could have told me.
I could have shed tears long before.
I could have flushed your
poetries and stares away before
my walls crash down.
But then, you needed
a dagger to make you bleed first?
And now what?
The scar is unstitchable.
A DO-SI-DO The time runs still Somewhat like of a rebirth And the clock still lingers, now filled with fluttering Standing here prolongs the anxiety. Waiting is the climax. But rapture’s the moment. 04/10 / 04/11/02
delaying this flash of
enticement.
A phoenix of some sort.
Maybe.
every touch of the
second hand holds back and
minutes fall under
the pit of my empty stomach,
yellow butterflies.
AN A FOR MR.B
Lightning hit me hard on
the floor and I was
about to cover his eyes.
Another bumble bee has gone by
with a winking smugness
I was ready to slap.
Talking about infidelity!
I stood like a stuffed turkey
feasted by succulent stares undressing
my confidence.
Now, how could I hide a proud specter?
05/04/02
BREAKING UP
I knew it,
an eyebrow shall raise and
soon,
this creamy craze will tumble
to its doom.
A tiny finger has finally spotted
a spot
to lay and rest,
shifting this inch to
nth-inch-fever into an
invisible
dot.
I feel an eye studying the hairs
on my back as I’m
nervously proving a
pointless
point.
Now, could this be my fault?
04/02/02
THE LAST SONATA
Do I think of it right, casting
myself as another depressed poet
stuck in a shallow pit
of swarming frustrations?
I’m a pathetic whiner.
Perhaps forcing my tears to flow
and somehow pushed by my
irrational point of view.
But I remain unmoved,
A vista stands steadily before
my very eye.
A mind-distracting scene.
I am wretched.
Cursed.
Distorted.
Or, am I?
02/24/02
KNEEL BEFORE ME
Whoever do I hear it from,
the God-forbidden laugh?
The insults, the stares,
a scheme, remnant to shed
loose ends.
For my joints quivered
in the accusing spells that
left me kneeling
under one honest sigh.
I froze with nothing but
an eyebrow raised;
faking an assault?
throwing a dagger?
against one scowling prey.
05/03/02
SCARRED KISSES
My heart screamed in deep
horror as you open
the drape
of your awe-inspiring past.
Bucket of dames brought a downfall
to my eye. It was
the midnight sky revealing;
your poetries swallowing
me whole.
From their sweet censored hums
to the sharp arrow
stuck in your
unbeating core; memories
will never be a
patch on
reality.
11/27/01 (sa sobrang pagkaselosa ko…)
LAST LAUGH
I bit the paleness of your lip until
its blood fell like a thick
black ink, continuously
dropping on the
white sheet.
It’s mark visible.
Nothing can stop the pain as I stab
the sharpest knife, hard on
your unbeaten core;
as deadly as my
eyes when I
stare at
you.
12/30/02
UNSCRIPTED
I have my very own twist
of story where fate clouded
every single line of it.
My leading man never
runs out of script and was
nearly crowned as the
director; but as I said,
fate clouded my story.
No need of recalling my
copy of shammed emotions for
reality is the plot of it;
no need to fake tears for
sweet arguments
is my touch of drama;
no need of scripted humor
for worn out boxer shorts and
lost underwear creates
laughter; and no need
to pretend a kiss
for it is when my
story started…
09/02/02
WISHFUL THINKING
As goose bumps remained unsurrendered,
weariness swept my face.
The cold wind won?t stop from haunting me;
I stood half alive.
Frozen.
Disgusted.
Dirty flowers were scattered on the floor.
Droplets of rain were no use.
I saw you lying with them;
petals of filth.
One blink and then you vanished.
I opened my eyes to touch the thin air.
My tears won the battle.
12/31/02
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