We used to be a side street nobody knew
A detour one takes when
They’re running late
And EDSA is reenacting a nation’s
Revolution
This time with cars
As people feel revulsion
To the next idle car
Who wouldn’t fill the gap
Fast enough as another cuts him in
Category: poetry
Good Grief
As the ones left
Yearns for the one gone
Maybe the stories told
Ease the pain
Of a heart torn
By memento mori’s
Cut/Drag
I did the math
And drawn a conclusion and that
Cut the unhappy drag
Is the best option for all to function
Speeding
Defiant
To this world
And its attempt
To beat me up to compliance
Heirarchy
He shook my hand
Back in the day when you can do such
He put on his public mask
Smiling at the burden that comes with fame
And I tried to speak
As if we were on the same level
He treated me like we were
Earth
She doesn’t mind getting cruel… get in a duel… Light this fuel… Turn her back and leave what’s behind her in flames
Remote Control
There is a certain peculiarity
A kid witnesses an adult
Fade and drift to a snoring bliss
As a device that blacks out
After an amount of idle minutes
And with chronic regularity
Son did not even try taking
Tuned In
Doesn’t happen very often
Does fuel one for days
A spring of inspiration
An existence unexplained
Hiding in plain sight
Overture, delight
You came and you’ve no idea
Of the weight of
Pain Relief
The pill let me borrow time
Temporarily feel better
Incipiently I fought both
Pain and it’s supposed relief
For that which buys me time
Will be tomorrow’s thief
The cap warrants
Years Begin
The day starts with her opening her eyes
Catching a glimpse of my face
She’d bloom gently into a smile
And some days she’d find me by our round dining table
Engrossed in something worth doing
Greets me the
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