the steaming water licks     the shower liner    again
      merging mildew  and plastic   bleeding sunlight
through the window will only dry   a little and    the rest will
      continue to      grow    who will water the plants
    when I skip town      dehydration   the alcoholic's home
and sunlight won’t be what they lack      singeing chlorophyll  
a neglected Tabby     bury the fur in the ground
where the maggots digest rot     fill him up
close the holes     taxidermy erases the solitude that leads to this
       smudge the house facing east        seal the attic door
pick up the newspapers            plant the Foxgloves in March
collect dust bunnies and dishes     see no other visitors
    mail the postcard with geographical coordinates   burn the poems
       and         let the flames graze you if it is warmth you lack

Oy!
sa an mo?
Where are you now?
These last days toward the brilliance
There's no immitation
Of Love

The next step up
Towards and pass the clouds
Beyond our sky
Where the void is star filled

The nights
So beautiful

We all dream to live
So ...

Maganda

Gabi

"Ito sa Tula'ng ko"

The lovely stars are brightest

In the dark,

Where we are

Magandang

Gabi

And your love is
One among
The stars

In the space
Where
Night is

maganda

Akin tula

Mahal na mahal

Ito.

She had a chest of drawers
Longings from ankle up
Paper chips of lips
A made up mind of shells and nuts

She was unceremoniously
civil
Quick to  wink
Hand chilling icebergs
An immitation belt made of mink

She sang blues in pink
While spitting out punk
Indifferent to age
Pure as road **** skunk

"It's my life , I'll do what I wanna!"
As they put her in Paddy
Drove her insanely station
"Come now my Laddie!"

Two roads cross

You are beautiful
I smell of manure
You are magnificent
I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image
You are statuesque
I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw
You are generous
I am poor
You are a star
I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun
You are amazing
I merely count my fingers and my thumbs
You are a flying hawk
I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure

I've come to a realization
that love is merely a concept.
an immitation of emotions inside our minds.
we dont know love.
its an idea that we attempt to make a distinct reality of.
its an interpretation.
everyone makes their own definition.
i dont know love.
love is a trick of the mind.
its a mixture of chemicals that spark when you look at me.
its a saddening representation of happiness that nobody can explain
you dont know love.

and you certainly dont feel it for me.

Clair De Lune
Light of the Moon
Under which lies,a place of magical enchantment
As the land of Fae, dance, and play

Wolves howl, as creatures of the night prowl
Treading softly, as a strange tranquility
And alluring essence
Captures this curious beauty

The mind drifts off, as oft it drifts
To a far flung world
As the gentle effervescent glow of the moon
Leaves a strange secret sparkle, hidden within the eyes

Thoughts transcend, never end
That ripple, through curious imaginings
As a different world unfurls
where girls will be boys, and boys will be girls

As moths madly pirouette, in this deepening glow
Lost in a frantic madness
As the immitation of the moonlight
Of lanterns, offer a ghostly attraction

Sweet sister moon, you agitate the mind
And move everything on your twin
Yet offer, and proffer, a strange tranquility
Ive loved you since my birth
by Jemia