dissonant is what it was.
that foreverness of din.
criminal—
aloft, eluding some captive way
of emphasis.
scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.
truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
stray coins in the keep.
dissonance is what it still is.
there's a slow moon over the aubade
over the culled garden.
over the cloverleaf curve
in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
caterwauling noises flailing
belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
of the same axiom, equation,
salt, crossovers.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
dissonant is what it was.
that foreverness of din.
criminal—
aloft, eluding some captive way
of emphasis.
scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.
truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
stray coins in the keep.
dissonance is what it still is.
there's a slow moon over the aubade
over the culled garden.
over the cloverleaf curve
in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
caterwauling noises flailing
belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
of the same axiom, equation,
salt, crossovers.
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