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Reflection on the sea between Lorca and Dali

How many necessary NO's have I not said

and how many YES's have I wasted?

I've kept the courtyard from flooding

by standing still in the downpour

head bowed in futile humility

fixed, unmoving, guarding the flux of time

until the rains have stopped to a full

I wonder how many bits of wood,

of earth and gold, I've allowed

to flow unnoticed- how many petals,

roses, or whole bouquets I've tossed 

along the waters cupid has blessed me.

I've resisted a Lorca or two

Now, even the Dali in me is dead.

I sense a distubrance in the force...a certain Ryan Ligtas Nursebrother

I didn't have time nor the chance to paint your portrait a la "AJ McLean" so I drew the great Vader instead. Happy Birthday Kuya! So you're like forty now, right? hehehe�

Bed Wetter, Bad Weather (fragment)

Head in hand,

you hide inside

your weeping mime

Behind the curve

of your spine,

your face reacts to facts,

contracts

and holds its folds

to forget

to wring out what was said

now wet, with regret

your womb- this bed

is soaked instead.

Bed bug, Beg bud

On sunny days

the sheet is played

The dust takes flight

and delight

in the sight

of sun

I make a run

for it, for fun

fast

while it lasts

and the odor

of dolor�

disappears

behind my ears

But the sun always dies

waves goodbyes

in orange or red or pink

and I sink

with it

back into the deep

that bed of black

With a sack

or i in it

On it,

I lie�

and die

and return

to those sheets, burned

torn and displaced

replaced

by a layer of dust

and rust

and lust.

Ugma, karun, gahapun, ug ganina: magkita ra ta dire sa atong padulngan

Gahapun, padulong ko dire
Karun ni-abot ko didto
Ganina nilakaw ko gapalayo sa ugma
ug karun ni-apas ang kaganina nako
Lisod na ni
Kapoy ang maggukod
sa nadakpan na
Ganina unta ang angayan karun
ug ang ugma mas angayan gahapun
Puslan man ni-abot na ko dire
gikan didto sa akong gipadulngan karun
ug ang ganina ug gahapun
ug ang ugma ug karun
kanunay magkabali-os
ug ako kanunay nilang
malabyan ug mabiyaan
ug ang karun ug ganina
ug ang ugma ug gahapun
kanunay nakong
biyaan ug labyan
Busa mupuyo nalang ko,
magpahimutang dire,
sa akong puesto
sa akong lawas
nga gasagul ang karun ug ganina
ug ang ugma ug gahapun
Ug maghuwat nga ang karun ug gahapun
Ug ang ugma ug ganina
magtagbo sa akong tungod
ug maghusay ming tanan
aron human,
dungan na gyud nako silang mabiyaan.

East of Eden

Is it cold there now?
Well, it shouldn't be
you heated the pan,
heated the road
and burned butter
burned rubber
and now
the world
is redolent
of tire
yellow fire
a star for hire
swooshing
down and out
they didn't see you
step out
come out
walk out
of that crash
footprints pointing
east of eden
where mothers
birth fathers
and fathers
thank their sons
and children
revel
in the dark
and spark
stark naked
in a spotlight
without spite
A sprite
flaming white,
you were always warm alright.

Queen Disguise

flashing skulls
on your forehead
turning with your face
with your eyes, erratic
ecstatic
then empathic
to the static, neurotic
you see,
these bones aren't your
bones
aren't your own
aren't your home
i've yet to count them
one
by
one
and imagine their faces
come
as one
to their deaths
Tell me,
which ones died
with your enzymes
the sparkling
poison of your mime
your secret smile
when you've
once again
leaked
into
a spine
Well,
you've leaked
into mine,
a mine
of quarks
and sparks
Now,
pull up
your blinds,
breathe mask-
less
and listen,
a song
trickling
down
your spine
one
vertebrae
at
a
time.

Rebel Without a Cause

Run like hell rebel run like hell like a rebel in hell like hell in a rebel run run run rebel run AWAY
but
not
too
fast
too
quick
from
the
past
tomorrow's
still
free
please
oh
but
you
did
now
you
really
are
a
rebel,
pleased.

-for J.D.-

Giant

well,
flabbergasted yes
you had me
nibble on the pillow
yes, dear, wide-eyed
panting, anticipating
the next languid turn
of your head
of your spine
the way it touches
the earth, owning earth
the giant that you are
stomping away
gentle, divine, awry
perhaps that's why
they never heard a sound
until that crash
perhaps you
didn't hear it too
perhaps you spoke
too softly, too true
perhaps you bled
too quietly too
perhaps the drops
steamed out
through the sad lines
of your eyes
those incensed lies
perhaps
you heard it early
in the morning
when the sun
chose to rise
with you
and all you had to do
was do
and all you had to do
was welcome you

-for JD-

For James Dean

"you got to live fast;
death comes early."
James Dean
1931-1955

three of you
in one day
I made love to

in bed, a taste
chaste
and in haste

a cowboy hat
a red jacket
and $5,000 dollars

three of you
in one you
i made love with

gently,
terrible-
beautiful

little bastard you
little rebel you
little giant you

eastward off eden
cruising on route 66
then crashing and burning

you comet you
i'll love you
as you loved

gentle
fast
and strong

dreaming as if you live forever
living as if you died today

Hymn

O

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o

o

o

o

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o the church's bored dome

o the church is bored dumb

o the church's boredom

o the church is boredom

o

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o

o

o

o

Echo.

Goodbye

I am never what I am, but always always what I was and what I will be.