Jesus and How He Must Have Felt (V3)
I creak up these outside stairs
to my apartment after an all-night drunk,
cheap Tesco's Windsor Castle
London Dry Gin—on the rocks.
Rain and Coffee
Something happened. Her thoughts collapsed like the switching off of a hologram projector. Claudia stepped out of character. No, it was she, who wanted to be the girl in the Baker’s arms. But not in the present, at a different time.
Fake
The world is full of fact and fiction even in antiquity which have been publicly documented, from claims to victory, assassination plots, to religious distortions, and artistic excellence, to name a few.
Most Poems
Most poems are pounded out
in emotional flesh, sometimes
physical skin scalped feelings.
Duyan
Ikaw sintay aking iniibig
Sa bawat lambing dalang kilig
Gustong umawit kahit mali ang tono
Kahulugan sateng mga oo
Mahal sakin ikaw ay sapat
My Life
My life began with a skeleton
with a smile and bubbling eyes
in my garden of dandelions.
Binukid Gothic
My neglected grave and
tombstone engravings
only know life in the forms of
moss and vines, insects with more fleeting
lifespans than mine was.
White Flag
I don't need a philosopher's mind,
I always wish that part of me had already died.
The charm that captures the most attention,
Farthest from mine, by deficit of a million.