Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sent: Wed 12/3/2008 7:41 AM
Subject: in reference
dear ms calf
according to the highest state of judiciary
the claim of the incidence that happened on the night of 12/20/1895
the bogeyman killed three women who are convicted with treason and adultery
its hanged until the throat was bruised severely and caused a sudden shiver through the spine
thus the night were filled with crows feasting on the dead bodies' eyes
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
one faint dusk, of eastern shore. a man from the Hashinke Prefecture. paddle himself to the open sea and put weight by binding huge stones around his feet. after a sigh he threw himself to the water. he knows that he will be swallowed entirely by dark waters and might be eaten by wandering fishes when he rots. his eyes get blurry as he descended to the deep.
that moment, series of images came flashing in his mind. like the day that he's still a small child, the moment he have his first pet, when his mother scolded him for not finishing his cereal, tasted sea kelp for the first time and all those faces that in some moment in time he have met.
and then finally the image of his beloved appear on his fading mind. she was smiling. she's wearing her white lacy kimono and a single cherry blossom resting on the left side of her ear.
she would never be mine. the guy have concluded. and his last breath finally reach to an end and dark murky waters filled his lungs.
the next day, the sun just rise up as if it just remembered to woke up;
while Billie Holiday sang "as time goes by".
Monday, December 29, 2008
wearing your shimmer
just right before your eyelids, velvet green, pantone 377
it's screaming for you to be seen
a go signal, attack! attack!
lipstick stained butt
of your tenth cigarette, pressed against your crooked french tip
a sigh, a puff, a helluva of smoke
as always, a whimsical moment
you can't contained yourself
looking blankly, saturnine, as an unsold magazine
on the forgotten rack, struggling to be keen
since your pressed powder cracked with mud
and, i must say, your cheek stain failed to blush
rancid beer, can no longer be conjured
melted ice---long since gone its power
where is he, who delights you on your sleep
where is he, who suppose to take you out from deep slumber
you seems out of luck'
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I'll coat myself to the bone
a cocoon, silk and light concoction
a marriage of prison and freedom
. homeostasis, boredom, one-on-one
. not having the strength to run
burying myself at home
this tweedy spot
of tatami mat
good for a kabuki play
I'll apply make-up
a lure to any connoisseur
twisting myself in a suppressed plié
toes clumped, swiveled heels
pivoting into quick purr
a bucket full of dusk
another message unsent
another stick of broken cigarette
another striking table left uninhabited---tagged "reserved"
another coffee stained paperback novel
another seamlessly boring suit
another teenage pimpled face boy passed me by
. whose girlfriend tagging along,
. like a gooey amazon leech.
another day cursing you
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
my eyes wouldn't see
the tea stain that lingers on the brink of my cup
as she smiled and declared that my cards
are in favor with my fate.
it speaks so loud to me that night and very much pleased
that I let my query and inner self infused into its divinity.
I can still remember clearly the decks that showed up.
out of 9 major decks that I picked I can recall 8.
but then, as a usual twist of a wonderful plot
(as if to mock,)
there are some obstacles that I might encounter
a trap or an open manhole,
so dearest, be careful, be cautious not to fall
as sure enough, you will end up,
with an overflowing cup.
the tarot reader assured me;
you got the queen of swords,
you got what it takes
to overcome them all.
i remember the music fest
on the 2nd week of december
just last year
i remember the cold
the vivid glow
of the inverted chandelier
i remember hymns
and most of the fool's whims
of broken chords
and soon to be whores
just like today
as i sit on my station
waiting for the customer
with account # so and so
from county of winchester
whose apparently still trying to remember
what she's calling for
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
i always find myself transfixed.
looking through a window
as i sip my usual doze of cappuccino.
floor by floor
i could witness it goes higher and higher
is it made by mortar and pestle?
is it made with flesh and bones?
i don't know
it just that,
it spurt up from a meager meadow
---a growing construction!
i always find myself transfixed.
looking through a window
what it would be like
to leave it as it is
and create a condo
good for two
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
susihon namo ang imong ginhawaan
subayon namo ang dalan
padulong sa imong tiyan
ug naugon ang mga ang-ang sa imong puson
aduna ka bay gusok,
kumagko o saag nga bukog?
aduna ka bay atay
nga modalit ug apdo
o dili ba batikoon
nga mohilis sa imong kinaon
sa nagkaguliyang kaugatan,
baktason namo ang mga suok-suok
sa imong tina-i
ug sayawan ang entablado
sa imong sabakan
apan dili kini makapatukar
sa imong karaang sonata
ug dili na makapalitok
sa imong pulong
mao na nga gingsuka mo kami
sa imong baba
diin imo kaming gilumsan
diin ang among kinalasang lakang
dili na masubay ug dili makaplagan
hello madam Misha-misha
kapin na sa usa ka tuig
sukad tika kinalasang nabisita
nagpabiling usa ka katingalahan
kung ikaw ba boutan,
o kung ikaw ba maldita
ug dali ra ma-irita
basta nanghinaot ko
nga ang imong pinalanggang iro
buhi pa ug kusog mamaghot
kay sigurado gyud nga kung wala na siya,
kanunay kalang gyud magmug-ot
bitaw, madam Misha-misha
kanus-a kaha tika
Lots of lovin'
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