Monday, June 29, 2009

puka beach (old boracay thoughts scribbled in a notebook)

[30X08]

i remember tempestuous afternoon delights,
her openness and how she let me slip, sweat-laced, into her embrace

she kissed my feet, lulled me to sleep, then carried me away on the crest of her wave

watched a movi, asked sort-of rhyming questions

[21VI09]

do you have eyes on the back of your head,
you with the yoga pants and don't-fuck-with-me walk?
do you have an enlightened mind, a prana-filled behind
that won't take any bullshit from people like me?

in our past lives, did we explode our base chakras
and make love downward-facing doggy style?
did we meditate on the mysteries of the universe,
munch on veggies, and fly on an astral high?

//i don't know what this is. it wrote itself.

Monday, June 08, 2009

a reconstruction of a hypothetical conversation with no one in particular that was originally written on a rumpled piece of paper that i can't find.

"i miss writing to you. rather, i miss writing you — making you as i write because of you."
"i don't understand. say what you mean for once. stop fucking 'bloviating.'"
"it's a game that you know how to play, too. if i want to say that your ignescence frightens me —"
"'ignescence?' i'm too hot to handle, is that what you're saying?"
"if you want. but doesn't it seem, well, crude when you put it that way?"
"but it's what you want to say, right?"
"in a manner of speaking."
"you could just say 'yes,' you know."

//this was longer. i think our cleaning lady threw the piece of paper i wrote it on *again*. the first time she did it, i managed to fish it out of the garbage. maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

worship of the faithless

[28V09]

outside his house,
God blooms for the faithless —

we who kneel in front of flowers,
whispering spontaneous prayers

amen.
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