Dear wordvango,

" the night before " Christmas eve
i got this dream of mine so illusive
so clear as if i am awake,, i am so afraid that time but it was not a cold nightmare
although i am sleeping, my pen was collaborating to Paul Butters' poem entitled " daymare "

" the chef " (ang punong tagapagluto)

in an exhibit... there was this---dish entry
it has been sabotage unintentionally
because of that incident, i have my query
who is really affected? the one who tasted it or the contemporary?

because if in each every scoop
has fright threatening just like a loop
what's therein on on self vitality
if the air- sacrifice seems to be fatality

any moment from now on
those victims in a food poison
should be careful after judgement based in most of the liked
over the exhibit-table, only those innocent will be so amazed