Sunday, May 31, 2015

V for Vendetta*

Vengeance:

                   Violent,

                                 Virulent;

                                               Vigorous,

                                                              Vicious.


*Note: Yup, as inspired by that movie I haven't watched based on that comic book I haven't read -- yet.


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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Missteps

I've been watching you, bird's-eye view, walking
this forsaken street to god-knows-where, walking
this crooked street on which sidewalk (northbound)
I stand with my best impression of a dignified vertical erection.
(As if this depressed neighborhood gives a damn.
Except perhaps for the little children who benefit
from the extra playing time, at dusk, that I "facilitate,"
as to "provide" is too pompous. Those feral creatures,
playing hide and seek, and whoever's it cheats every time:
looks around even before "Ten!")

This street of the slums of the un/semi-employed,
teems with the lumpenproletariat: men naked
from the waist up, sizzling with the sun all day,
playing streetball or downing gin or both.
And at night their little children play hide and seek,
and their adolescents seek and destroy and bleed.
I'm small consolation, a two-month old token project
courtesy of Quezon City Hall, with the assumed function
of making this street safer. Or helping the predators
see and hunt their prey better. Whatever, I stand here
alone with my best impression of a dignified erection.

And I've been watching you, bird's-eye view.
Took a fancy to you who walks with a polo shirt,
formal pants, and shiny black leather shoes.
You're one of the few anomalies in this neighborhood
of shanties: beehive of thin plywood pieces topped 
by corrugated metal roofs topped by tires and rocks
to keep them in place. They keep them in place. 
The two pickpockets, ex-cons whom they can't seem 
to keep in place, who pee on my base when drunk, 
used to tease you every time you pass by, envious. 

The past month you've been returning home at night 
later than usual, and the past week I haven't stared at 
nor shed my incandescent light on you. And last Friday night, 
the two pricks, after pissing on my feet, talked about you 
and your wife, and the police car and ambulance 
that paid your home a visit earlier at dawn. You 
had another, they said, and she had a stormy fit
that the weather bureau failed to detect, much less name.

This Thursday morning, a rare wind blew and swept 
pages of a week-old tabloid to my feet. But I can't read it
from my bird's-eye view; still unbending with my dignified erection 
-- and the maya perched on my head was illiterate.

(Photo by Mike Gubat for InterAksyon.com.)

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The Most Humble and Honest Affirmative Response in the English Language

"I do as I can," light as afternoon sunlight.
What you see is what you get, and we'll cruise if you get me right, 
with my take it or leave it proposition. 

Verbal ammo as convenient and portable 
as an MP3 player. Ask me any question
regarding my competencies, and I'll shoot,
"I do as I can," in the blink of an eye.

(Fastest draw in the West am I, 
kinda Wyatt Earp but with humbler principles.)

Should've answered them in my job interview correctly,
when asked, "What can you contribute to the company?"
with, "I do as I can." (And they would not have fired me.)

"Never mind the results; it's my efforts that matter, as 
I do as I can -- honestly."

(Thirty minutes ago, I improved my vocabulary:
Learned when I researched and Googled earnestly,
that tiramisu is not another Japanese dish with raw fish,
but a coffee-flavored dessert from Italy.)

I don't guarantee success, but the efforts required to get there. 
Been throwing paper airplanes at the moon,
with the most constant and determined attitude,
resulting in varying degrees of altitude

because, "I do as I can."

(In retrospect, I should've answered 
all the minister's questions with these magic -- 
and more truthful -- words. Lower everyone's expectations, 
and the fall would not have been that hard nor bad -- for all.)

Many lonely nights I've spent in introspect,
asking myself if I've tried my hardest;
probing myself, while the whole world sleeps, 
"Have I really done my darndest?"

Countless sleepless nights have I
dug and plumbed the deepest depths of my heart,
asking it for an honest answer.

And every single time, my heart duets with my soul,
and they sing automatically to me and the universe
without a single ounce of remorse,

"I do as I can."

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Francimar Barroso Blinked

The fighter blinked, and it kinda surprised me
(thought it was just his photo that UFC showed on TV),
then he moved his eyes a millimeter to the right,
and then to the left.

(Like witnessing a church icon you're praying through,
wink at you.)

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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Erring

I (drip form)

Let me, with the subtlest -- almost intangible, mute --
request to cross the line, have my fingertips
stutter step, all over you. Stuttering,
my tongue as are my fingers,
discovering, mounts, valleys,
forests, mouths. If sunlight,
even the most timid of its
rays, pierce, dagger-like,
this room, then perhaps
the gods will find us
quivering, moist,
and disapprove.
Sweet sinning,
but sinning
just the
same.

II (sonnet)

I, with the most subtle, intangible,
Request, shall cross the line, with fingertips
Running stutter steps, all over your skin.
           Stuttering, my tongue as are my fingers,
Discovering mounts, hidden recesses,
Coarse throbbing slopes, rivulets and wet mouths.
           If the sunlight, even the most timid
Of its rays, pierce, dagger-like, this bedroom, 

Then perhaps the gods will find us naked,
Quivering, warm, moist, with one another,
And disapprove and threaten punishment.
          Oh to consume beauty, and be consumed by
Beauty, right or wrong, in heaven or hell!

Sweet sinning, but it's sinning just the same...

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Modern Dovetailing

More breadcrumbs on my laptop; the keyboard, specifically.
Soon, there'd be ants, crawling out the gully tween S and D --
Just like the last time, when fingers peanut butter-sticky
pounded on the black keys of white letters mercilessly.

Eating while doing something else is
almost a sacrilege in my country.

Now I know why.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Floating Coffins

I.

Because there are more atheists in heaven, a religious mob drove
both sinners and saints to the mercy of the sea. Stateless, they drifted
on land allegedly not their own. Landless, they drift on disputed
waters everyone claims to own. (If they can fly, not necessarily
on airplanes, they would, and risk getting shot down for not identifying
themselves properly upon entering an Air Defense Identification Zone.
Stateless, so no passports in their hands or pockets while wings flap
and bleed from their backs.)

Boats, floating detention centers of mothers cramped and cradling their babies 
whom they can't rock to sleep for lack of elbow room.

Boats, wooden vessels as unremarkable as their passengers are unsuspecting
of being deliveries of live meat to expecting brothels.

II. 

And even among their own, dreamers not of mansions and luxury cars but of
meals three times a day were sweet-talked to a ride, sweet-talked for a ride,
sweet-talked and taken for a boat ride -- by their very own.

Boats, among which Mohammad Tayub rode and immediately realized
the shattering of his dreams till his parents eked out the ransom.

Boats, pachinko balls filled with the dead and dying bouncing from one unwelcoming
island to another unwilling to add more suffering to its shores.

(Centuries ago, in other parts, unwilling passengers
thought of the sea as land: blue and quivering but solid enough 
to carry their feet. So they jumped overboard for their last sprint --
downward.)

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Monday, May 18, 2015

9:00 am

Confused midmorning sky,
sun strains with its reach and sweep:

white clouds immaculate to dirty,
grey clouds light to dark.

Maybe it will rain.

Maybe it won't.

Maybe.

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