Lightning splits the sky
Brightly tearing
Whatever illusion
I had about being bigger
In this world
Drag, the man
She asked me if I was happy
Hoping I’d say yes
So that at least there’s one of us
Worth keeping the light on…
Fickle, the Mind of Someone Who Only Knows What It Doesn’t Want
This would’ve been perfect
Had you chose to
Not swerve at the curb
Now the spectrum of colors’
Muddied, dirtied or gray
Unclear, pixelated, blur
One act to ruin the whole
That irreversible knowledge that one peed in the pool
The bad taste one will never shake off
No matter how many times the mind restarts, gets retooled
This would’ve been perfect, he insists
On denying unaddressed cyst
Led her to the sterile table, to slaughter
But he isn’t pining what’s almost within his reach
It’s about taking this leash
Reeling it as all else starts to
As the Roller Coaster’s About to Halt
Everybody wants to find that line between safety and danger to feign courage…
Most of Life’s Explanations Don’t Make Sense
If now this tiny kismet crash
Serves prelude to a jarring conclusion
In between breaths of how the surface felt
Believably done well
Until the curtains fell
Unraveling the contradiction
Noise in Layers
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
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
Brackish
I don’t know how long can this bitter sweet
Persist without getting hit
A reality to concede
To have this is to always bleed
As salmons swimming across
To fresh from saline
Against currents
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