"mayo" poems
Boom! Pagsabog!
Na sa aking dibdib ay kumabog!
Ang isip at kaluluwa ko'y nabubulabog!
Ito nga ba'y himig ng kapayapaan o himig ng digmaan?
Isa akong musmos na batang---- naninirahan sa isang bayan,
Dito ako lumaki at nagkaroon ng pangalan,
Bayang Marawi ang lupang aking sinilangan,
Isang bayang tanyag sa kaunlaran,
Ngunit ngayo'y nagiging usap-usapan sa t.v, radyo at maging sa pahayagan.
Hindi ko malilimutan ang gabing nagdaan,
Gabi!--- ng ika-23 ng Mayo ang nagpinta sa aking pusong sugatan,
Isa ako sa mga nawalan ng magulang,
at saksi sa karahasan na walang katapusan,
Hudyat ng pagguho ng pag-asang aking pinanghahawakan.
at habang aking pinagmamasdan,
Isa-isang nabubulagta at dugu-an,
Ang aking mga kamag-anak at kaibigan,
at sila'y.....wala na----- wala ng malay at nakahandusay.
Wala akong magawa kundi ang tumakbo ng tumakbo,
kumarepas ako ng takbo.....ng isang napakabilis na takbo.... nanginginig sa takot...pagod na pagod... humihingal....
Iyak ng iyak at nagsusumamo
at habang ako'y papalayo ng papalayo--------
Naisip ko:
"Saan ako patutungo?"
"Sa mga pangyayaring ito sino
ang namumuno?"
Sila ba'y mga Muslim o
Kristiyano?"
Ngunit maging sino man sila----
Sila'y hindi santo na may pusong
bato,
Dahil sila'y pumapatay ng kahit
na sino,
at ito'y hindi makatarungan at
makatao.
Ang sakit....Oo ang saklap...ang
bayan na naghahatid ng
kaunlaran,
Ngayon ay nabubura at nag-iiwan
ng isang malagim na ala-ala,
Nagsisilbing aral sa tuwina at
nagpa-paalala,
Na kinakailangan ng isang may
malinis na adhikain at tapat sa
tungkulin ang namamahala.
Ano nga ba ang hatid ng kaguluhang ito?
Kaginhawaan o Kahirapan?
Kabuhayan o Kamatayan?
Ang katotohanang ito'y--------
Isang malagim na karimlan!
Pagluha para sa aming mga kabataan,
Crestine Cuerpo
at pagmamaka-awa para sa darating naming kinabukasan,
Oo.....masakit ang mawalan,
Ngunit kailangan kong maging matapang,
Dahil ako'y isang Pilipinong handang lumaban,
Kaya't sigaw ko Pagbabago! Katarungan!
Sa mga kinauukulan:
Nasaan? Nasaan? ang inyong pagmamalasakit sa kapwa at sa bayan?
Kung sa isip at puso niyo'y para lamang sa pera at kapangyarihan?
Kapatid... Kapuso.... Kabarkada.... at Kapamilya.......
Gumising ka ang lahat ay may-----hangganan.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Nilisan kong hubad ang pinaglunuhan,
Enero, Pebrero, Marso ng kabataan
Lubi-lubi ang awit sa tiyang kumakalam
balatkayong pinasikip ng mga agam-agam
mga ala-alang pilit naglulungga, inipit na liham
sa yungib ng pipíng isipan.
Sa pagtalikód ko’y hiniwa
ng balaraw ng panghihinayang
ang banig na naidlip saglit
sa magdamag na paglalamay
banig na nilala ng mga dekada
mula sa mga hibla ng pagsusumikap.
Paalam,
kaibigang nabingi sa tawag ng luho
Walang alinlangang maririnig mo rin
ang tibok at bulong ng puso
Ninais ko sanang samahan mo ako
at ating anihin
ang mga uhay na mula
sa binhing ipinunla
sa mga alapaap.
Ninais kong lasapin
ang matamis na bunga,
pinahinog ng tiyaga
at patuloy na pag-asa.
Subalit
dagtang makapit,
luhang mapait,
kumikirot ang lupa
sa patak ng namuong dugo
ng bayaning nagbuwis
ng sariling pagsuyo.
Kikitlin ng Nobyembre
ang bawat naiwang himaymay
sa lamig ng yakap ng amihan
- akala’y dakila ang dayuhang niyebe.
Mamamaluktot muli sa maigsing kumot
hanggang sa magising
sa aguinaldo ng Disyembre
at pagpasok na naman ng Bagong Taon
walang kamatayang panahon
aasa na naman sa ****
na iba ang pangako at iba ang tugon
sa dalangin at maraming tanong
Ah sanga pala, Abril, Mayo, Hunyo noon.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Sa pagdating **** napabalita
Unang sulyap palang namangha na
Gayak na sinauna
Sa paningin mahalina
Musikang kaytanda na
Sa pandinig mahiwaga
Mahalaga ang gabi
Simula ng pagsaksi
Kwento kong inabangan
Hatid niyang kasaysayan
Sa aking talambuhay
Gabing iyon may saysay
Nasa pagtitipon
Mga kaklase noon
Kapitbahay inuman
Masaya ang kwentuhan
Subalit ako’y saglit
Umuwi sa malapit
Iyon ay dahil batid ko
Simula na ng kwento
Ng kanyang unang yugto
Gabing Trenta ng Mayo
Mula nang araw na ‘yon
Pagsubaybay tradisyon
Naging makabuluhan
Likhang pampanitikan
Subalit ‘di naglaon
Nawalan telebisyon
‘Di hadlang gayunpaman
Sa radyo’y pinakinggan
Mula pagkabinukot
Hanggang aliping tulot
Babaylang naging ****
Mandirigmang pinuno
Nilupig at nanlupig
Inusig at nang-usig
Natulig at nanulig
Inibig at umibig
Nagtago at naglakbay
Namatay at nabuhay
Tinanggap at nagpanggap
Naghirap at nilingap
Sakay ng karakoa
Tinungo ibang banwa
Naghanda sa pagbalik
Upang ganti’y ihalik
Sa mabagsik na raha
Na pumatay sa ama
Sa pinunong baluktot
At sa harang nanalot
Mangubat at Angaway
Mga rahang kaaway
Lamitan na ninanay
Nais siyang maging bangkay
Sa kahuli-hulihan
Lahat sila’y talunan
Sa babae ng tagna
Walang iba – Amaya
Salamat, umalagad
Maging hanggang sa sulad
Salamat, kapanalig
Laban sa manlulupig
Salamat, Uray Hilway
Mga tinuran gabay
Salamat kay Bagani
Pag-ibig nanatili
Salamat sa Banal na Laon
Diyos ng mga ninuno noon
Kina Amaya’y panginoon
Tagapagpala ng kanilang nayon
Ang dulo ng epikong kapapanaw
Akala’y ‘di na matatanaw
Salamat sa unang Christmas bonus
May TV na bago taon ay matapos
Mahalaga rin ang gabi
Katapusan ng pagsaksi
Huling yugtong tinunghayan
Ang kamatayan ni Lamitan
Sa aking talambuhay
Gabing iyon rin ay may saysay
Nasa huling burol at lamayan
Bago at matapos subaybayan
Iyon ay kakaibang alaala ko
Sa katapusan ng kwento
Ng kanyang huling yugto
Biyernes – Trese ng Enero
Nagbrown-out pa nga
Habang oras ng balita
Buti nalang at umilaw
Sa tuwa ako’y napahiyaw
Sa pagtunog ng huling musika
At paggalaw ng katapusang eksena
Bukas TV at radyo
Sa makasaysayang mga tagpo
Ngayong gabi ng paglikha
Ng tulang handog sa programa
Unang gabing kapani-panibago
Dahil wala na sa ere ang paborito ko
Subalit ang Alaala ni Amaya
Mga gayak, musika, tauhan at kultura
Mga aral, tinuran, inspirasyon at ideya
Mananatiling buhay sa aking diwa!
-01/16-17/2012
(Dumarao)
*missing my favorite program
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sala bala ang mangimon
Kapin pa pag may rason
Buang na ina bala dayon
Kung nagpalangga ka lang halin sa tagipusuon
Adlaw2x himuon ang tanan
Mabal-an lang ang kabutigan
Madakpan lang nga ginaluiban
Sang nobyo nga ginahalungan
Kung wala gid man dapat pangimunan
Ti ngaa indi gid mahimo palayuan
Kung wala gid man sila
Ngaa himu-himuan ka pa storya nila
Kung sobra ka man sa reaksiyon
Ti kay bali2x man ang rason
Kung gulpi ka lang daun gadesisyon
Sa ulihi ikaw pa ang kontrahon
Tuod nga indi mo gid malikawan
Mga tawo nga indi ka gid maintsindihan
Di bala mas mayo na lang ang imunan
Kis-a sa panghatag-hatag ka lang sa iban
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
Dae ibig sabihon
na tuninong
dae na maogma.
Dae ibig sabihon
na itom,
demonyo ka na.
Dae ibig sabihon na
habo mo sa tao,
mayo ka ng kwenta.
Kung dae mo siya
maintindihan,
respetohan mo
an desisyon niya.
Dae mo pwersahon
an sadiri mo
sa sarong tao.
Ako an tao
na mas gustong
hilingon an kinaban
sa mata kan taong
nasasabatan ko,
arog kan pagabot mo,
yaon ka nanaman
pinapagirumdum sako
na an buhay kan tao
halipot lang.
An duros na hali
sa langit pasiring
sa itom na háwak
asin nagsasakop sa
palibot kan kandila,
An makakan hanggan
sa madiklom
an palibot.
Hanggan sa pagpikit.
Tuninong na boses,
Magian na háwak,
Matagas na boot,
Magayon na numero,
asin kanta na dae
mo mapugolan itao
saimo kan mánlaén-láen
na tao.
Hanggang sa maghinghíng
saimo an kinaban nin:
"Maogmáng Compleaño, Ermano!"
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
JAY
nothin
yep
what
crack
dogpoop
lol
bananas
Hitchcock
what da ****
like mayo?
got beef?
Hussein
Mad Libs
Donkey
Asian Jesus
Brown Rice
Cross-Country
Mexicans
Asian Eminem
Royce Da 5'9
Skype
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich
I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in the sun
I once applied to much and set my toes on fire
Lucky for me I lost only one
Thank goodness I was near the water
When my foot went up in flames
I guess that's why God gives us ten toes
In case we lose any along the way
As with anything you can even get bored with Mayonnaise
That's why I strive for different ideas
So I put my brain juices into overdrive
And came up with this amazing list
Instead of milk in a shake you can use Mayo
Please wait till the end for all the applause
I'm still having trouble dealing with thickness
And have yet to get it through the straw
Perhaps if I leave out the ice cream
And just add Mayo, milk chocolate, and ice
I guess I'll just keep on experimenting
When it's ready you can be the first in line
And who doesn't like mayonnaise on anchovie pizza
The perfect combination at best
Even better than peanut butter and jelly
If only I can figure out how to package it
Mayonnaise is also the perfect conditioner
You could leave it in your hair for days I suppose
But try to avoid to much time in the sun
After all...remember the toes
I'm going back to my room for more ideas now
Or as I like to call it..."The Mayo Think Tank"
I know my family thinks I'm a genius
Cause they always leave me in there for days
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Sa minasunod na aldaw
hanggang sa huring aldaw kan taon
Asahan nindong yaon an Kaniguan
para damayan kamo.
Maguran man, bumagyo, igwang problema sa ido,
naloko ka kan sarong tao o binayaan ka man kan ka-ilusyon mo.
Magrani lang sako—Maimbong na kugos an mareresibe mo.
Magrani lang sako—Madangog sa kun ano man pinagaagihan mo.
Magrani lang sako alagad dae ko ika babasolon,
pagulayan ta kun tano, sain o ano an nangyari.
Yaon ako kun gusto **** barkada,
tugang, ama o ina na madamay saimo,
bako lang ninong ta baka dae ako makaiba.
Papakolon taka kun dae mo nahihiling an sala mo,
pero papaogmahon taka maski dae mo nahihiling an sala mo.
Sabay tang pagulayan gabos na tama mo,
pati si crush na grabe an tama saimo
Magiging maogma ako sa gabos na tamang desisyon mo,
maski sala an paglakaw mo magiging maogma man
giraray ako, ta aram ko makakanuod ka.
Mataong direksyon na pwede **** sundon
kun nawawaran ka na nin pag-asa.
Aram ko Bikolano ka, an Bikolan Oragon,
matagas an ano, an puso saka an buot
dae basta basta minasuko sa laban.
Hanggang yaon kamo o maski mayo na kamo
Dae kamo basta basta mawawara sa puso ko.
Salamat sa pinagagihan ta kang nakaaging taon
alagad salamat man giraray para sa magigin
iribahan, surubahan, kulitan, urulnakan, ngirisihan
istoryahan ta ngunyan na taon. Padagos an Pagkamoot!
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
May mga kurabkutab sa daghan na minaulang sa
Bulos kan daing sagkod na siram. Mayo ining kinaaram sa natural
Na pagruso kan mga kolor sa buhay o pagkamoot.
Saro ining kamawotan kan langkag na kalag na taros ning lugad.
Ngonian liwat minapoon an paghiro kan puso na
Danay nang daing untok.
Liwat na pagkabuhay---liningwan an nakaagi;
Nakahuyom na liwanag sa imaaga na ladawan ning pagmawot;
Sarong hararom na hurop-hurop sa pagsusod kan pagkatawo,
Bako sa tuyong magkaigwa, kundi
Tumang sa kinatudan na paghiling sa
Pagkamoot, ngonian minakmukna nin kinapunan.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
70 anyos ka don gakabuhi
Sugod sang mabun-ag diri tubtob nagradwar sa UP
Halin sang magkapamilya asta sa pulitika ginpili
43 ka tuig ka don nga pulitiko
Nagserbisyo sg mayo kg wala eskandalo
Ang ngalan malimpyo kg palangga sg tawo
32 anyos don ang buluthuan nga imo ginpatindog
Ang CapSU-Dumarao nga padayon nagapanikasog
Madamo na ka beses nga ginbagyo kg ginlinog
20 ka gobernador na sang ikaw magpungko
Ugaling ikaw guid ang may nabuligan sg damo
Gani para sa akon ikaw ang “Kampeon sg mga Capizeño”
13 ka president don ang imo naagyan
Sugod sa ti-on sg ikaduha nga digmaan
Asta sa ti-on sg tadlong nga dalan
2 na ang binalaybay nga halad ko sa imo
Kay ikaw indi guid madula sa akon painu-ino
Gob. Tanco, ikaw sa guihapon ang akon idolo!
1 duman ini ka maragtason nga ti-on
Kay ang Amay sg CapSU-Dumarao ara sa guihapon
Nagbuylog kg nagtambong sa amon pagtililipon!
-10/14-15/2014
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco’s 70th Birthday
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Sawa na ako sa paulit-ulit
na pagturo kan luhà
hali sa panganoron.
Núarín taka mahihiling
sakuyang saldáng?
Núarín an tamang panahon
para ako naman an maogmá?
Kun pwede lang na kumuson
an gabos na panmátî ko,
irolyo sa papel
hali sa lumang notebook ko,
laagan nin dawon,
sulôon asin halaton
an gabos na kuanon
kan duros pasíring sa mayo.
Mayo man akong gusto
kundi maging maogmá.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
I walked past my pantry
Late one Friday night
To the sounds of what appeared to be
The goings on of a party inside
I grabbed a hold the latches
Swung wide open the door
With absolutely no earthly idea
Of what was soon in store
Colorful lights were flashing
Somewhere in the back
I moved aside the ketchup and mayo
To see where it was at
I took out the pickles and saltine's
So I could better see
What all the commotion was inside
Of my food pantry
That's when I saw the flashing lights
Inside the jar of Nutella
I picked it up right away
Me being a some what curious fella
As I held it at eye level
It vibrated in my hands
In what felt like a driving rhythm
From a 70's Disco band
Can't say I wasn't nervous
As I loosened up the lid
No telling what was going on inside
What dangers lay ahead
With both hands slightly shaking
I removed the rounded top
There was a party in the making
And it was going on non stop
The Nutella had it's boogie on
Or if you prefer, it's groove
Whatever you wish to call it
A party was the mood
There was a strobe light and confetti
Even a tiny Disco ball
As I gazed over the edge of the jar
I saw banners wall to wall
I guess you could say Nutella
Is quite the party treat
That may cost you at the grocery store
But once home the cover charge is free
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
More than ***
with Anne Hathaway,
more than tic tac toe
with John Malkovich,
I need a ******* sandwich.
Wheat white rye I don't give a ****
give me whatever loaf you have
grains wheat
flour water
make me bread and stick
some meat in between.
Anything
roast beef
capicola
ham
wait
ham *****
Anything but ham,
it reminds me of Mia.
Give me mustard
yellow like **** but tasty
not tested
give me ketchup
lipoproteins or fiber
lettuce tomatoes make it seem healthy
but layer it with mayo
saturate that fat
fill me up
with a ******* sandwich.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:24 PM UTC
Escupe gente que no tienen ereccion
y lamen constituciones congeladas !
Escupe la falsa historia de las calles !
Escupe la cabeza del poder !
Escupe comerciantes de sustancias ,
las sotanas de la oscuridad
y santos Zares !
Escupe dioses falsificadores
y templos de atontamiento !
Escupe el preparan ballonetas
y intelectuales militaristas !
Escupe los Nobel de la paz
y dictatores Nobelistas !
Escupe primeros de Mayo vendidos
y lamentos espias !
Esupe al anfitrion de los pueblos
para que no levante cabeza !
Escupe relojes despertadores
que te guian a la tristeza !
Escupe a los que duermen
tranquilos en la noche
y suenan viajes a Marte !
Escupe la Camora de alcahuetes abogados
al fiscal que te escupe alos ojos
y te manda al numero 60
de la pandilla !
Al salario de hambre
y al multilado esperma de tu
emleador escupe !
Escupe la invisible cara de la luna !
Escupe la libertad que te proparsionan Salvadores !
Escupe la poetica antologia
que vomitase este poema mio !
Escupe los 47 anos de tu poeta
como lehan escupido
durante 47 anos continuos
los ratas capitalistas !
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
you asked what I thought of you
point-blank, blunt
Bewildered, I examined the birthmark on your arm
scuffed sneakers and your eyes
the new old ones I liked: you had gotten rid of the colored contacts two months ago,
day we met.
mouth open, I searched for a word and was astounded at the difficulty
smiling and I closed my lips, you seemed confused
I took your hand as the subway doors opened and dragged you into the city
we ran up the stairs, his hand was warm like the cigarette night air
I’ll show him what I think of him, we ate burgers on the street corner;
he spilled mayo down his shirt and we threw lettuce and laughter at each other.
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC
Después de que la noche al fin duerme
las incoherencias imprudente del día
tú, te acercas susurrando a mis oídos :
te deseo tanto!-
Sé que te mueres de ganas de poseerme
lo noto en tus ojos
en el pulso delicioso de tu cuello
en el roce de tus sudorosas manos maestras
cuando acarician mis caderas insolentes
de continuos estallidos.
Mía es tu carne amor, lo fue antes, lo es ahora
Soy la única que conoce tu cuerpo de memoria
la única que lo navega entera sin zozobrar nunca
la única que sabes que no dejarás que naufrague
en confusos oleajes
Adoro cuando me bebes entera
y entre mi falda juguetea tu aliento.
Tú me sacias con tu experiencia
eres mi delicioso bohemio atrevido
amante de mis pezones
que despiertan cuando suave los muerdes.
Ven amor, ya sabes que tu piel es mi locura
Ven que mi sangre hierve
al ver tu pene hinchado y apurado
ven cariño y clava tu lanza ardiente entre mis piernas
que ya están abiertos y humedos los capullos de mi flor.
No sabes como venero tu cuerpo navegante
gimiendo y gozando cuando te cabalgo.
Amor, es en tus ojos donde puedo ver
como te pierdes del mundo entero
como te pierdes acabado en mì.
Y te gozo lento
te hechizo
te blasfemo y te conjuro
antes de que mi boca comience el descenso.
Hoy tu marea está de fiesta
danzando apetitoso sobre mi lengua.
Que bello honor es recibir tus gotas
de diamante perla sobre mì.
AZUL STRAUSS MARKUART
TITULO :Gotas de Diamante Perla
Poema: Texto completo.]
Autora :Azul Strauss M
18 de Mayo del 2015
BUENOS AIRES.ARGENTINA
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
One of the ways you lied was quite hard to describe
A riddle of ridicule laced with flaring shoe laces
***** nudist desires smelt of pure hash bury mayo
Feeling as if the end of the dawn would just be the beginning
To pleasure the thought of you was something I once liked to do
Now no longer
For the song bird can only sing for so long
Before their feathers molt to hear a call to move on
Move on blonde lady long legs
We are always meeting and moving on
Towards a sky which crashes silently
Quenching the thirst of many
So on a black rimmed earth a universe folds and folds and folds
Where men travel far not knowing where they go
Explore the neck of your lover to see that she has another
Each bell in the row rings as if it were the first time
Crack yourself up to hear the laughter that you hide away in your room
At first you may be surprised but the twang will not die unless
You
Will it
Night whistles through me
For I am not here
I am soon to be gone
But not to no grave
Each note guides itself upon a road that man must draw to understand
They take pride in cracking magic that laughs at our attempts
And our
Experiments
The word seemed to mean something once
People used to mean something also
Nowadays
All I see
Are comma break decimals
And funeral homes
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC
The year I would turn nine
Charlie Kelly threw his pint over Paul Brennan
in the opening scenes of a new Irish drama
called Fair City. The 25th Dáil was dissolved.
Ireland got its 1st lotto millionaire.
There was talk of mining for gold in Mayo
and Christy O’Connor Jnr
won the Ryder Cup for Europe.
(Years later playing Trivial Pursuit
one of the questions wanted to know:
what profession gets the Ryder Cup? —
a cousin from Carlow answered; prostitutes.)
I was growing through 3rd class
St. Brendan’s National School; Loughrea —
on the other side of Tiananmen Square
another student stood up
as the Guildford Four walked free
after 14 years innocently incarcerated.
While in Germany, a wall
that had been built to divide: separate, fell.
Pushed over by people. While Hungry, Poland
and Czechoslovakia: all said: enough.
The Russians left Afghanistan and in South Africa
Apartheid began to crumble. Pity
it was allowed to even begin.
Iran was ****** off about some book
and on Christmas Day in Romania
Mr and Mrs Ceausescu were executed.
In 1989, the Church of Ireland allowed female priests.
96 people died at Hillsborough.
Haughey was Taoiseach,
Mr. Heaney was conferred
as Professor of Poetry at Oxford
and we qualified for Italia 90.
I was 9 and the only thing I remember
about that year; I fell out of a tree
and broke my arm.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
you asked what I thought of you
point-blank, blunt
Bewildered, I examined the cross-shaped birthmark on your arm (you were agnostic)
scuffed sneakers and your eyes
the new old ones I liked: you had gotten rid of the blue contacts two months ago,
a week after we met.
mouth open, I searched for a word and couldn’t believe how hard it was
smiling and I closed my lips, you seemed confused, did that little
eyebrow thing
I took your hand as the subway doors opened onto 66th St and dragged you into the city.
we ran up the stairs, his hand was warm like the cigarette night air
I’ll show him what I think of him
we ate burgers from Sonic on the lit-up street corner;
he spilled mayo down his shirt and we threw lettuce and laughter at each other.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
What will you have, asked the waitress,
A death sandwich I replied,
Mustard and ketchup, she continued,
Yes and slather the mayo, double the cheese, I answered back politely,
You’re aura is a spiral, she said, whole wheat or white,
White with butter and does it come with final fries, I queried,
Included, she replied
And a new indelicate sugar fix by the pail.
Make mine to go, I suggested.
Want to quantum up and get a piece of plague cake
Maybe **** cookies in a bowl.
What a wonderful time to be alive I remarked,
The only generation to ever eat itself to death she quipped,
We’re special I said and looked away.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
drunk woodland children, we
ask so many questions, we
firefly skin. the picnic table beneath
our lamps, our ouija board, our girlfriends
next to us warm and laughing.
stories:
we tell stories to scare eachother
before descending into our tents
on the outer darks.
sweet night nothings.
& everythings.
i’m consumed by dreams of you;
somehow running;
somehow ******* my way out of my own inevitable
death.
a lady bug wing half-yanked and humming.
wind scorpion.
mosquito
in the early morning buzz, and i roll over
to see your puffy little sleeping face ::: sunlight there.
limp beyond the tent and zipper.
we eat mayo sharp cheddar salami wheat sammies
& take acid.
everyone one else goes on a group nature-hike,
but i stay behind
hallucinating of my dead mother in those sequined clothes she used to wear.
::: we play scrabble and talk,
until she leaves.
like love.
like guitar strummed chords and many hydrations later –
my tribe returns,
with fish.
the girl i love.
you/she roll joints in your lap,
in my lap,
in a chair and i mirage
the faces of everyone through glass &
slosh; through campfire
& lemonade.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
I have to make him a turkey sandwich,
crusts cut off, mayo on the left piece of bread,
in two triangle halves every single night
before he goes to sleep on the right side of the bed
with two pillows, fluffed twice each, slippers
tucked neatly underneath the bed skirt.
And every night I wonder
what would happen if I forgot the pickle on the side,
like the one time
we ran out of cheese and my car had a flat tire
and the supermarket was so far, but boy
did he give it to me. I’ve never seen someone count
to one-hundred so fast with their finger taps
before the table flipped. Never have I seen
someone clean up glass so slowly, each piece
thrown in the trash individually
just like my pieces
that have been carved away year after year,
loaf after loaf, as my eyes droop backwards
and rest on his haircut that I give
every six weeks on a Wednesday. Sometimes,
I try to kiss his neck when I let the scissors slip,
but he always reminds me that this slot
is “haircut time” and there’s no necessity in kissing
anyway. And I’ve tried to respect
his attic closet compartments with the key
that had gone missing when he was fifteen,
and I’ve tried to wish on misshapen pieces of cereal
in my bowl because I’m that desperate for a miracle.
Do you know?
Do you know how hard it is to lie next to someone
who you know doesn’t dream of you, not because he doesn’t
want to, but because he can’t. He can’t
do so many things and sometimes I’ll lay out a green tie
on a workday instead of blue just to watch him blow up
because at least that’s a feeling. At least that’s not white walls
and another **** turkey sandwich. And I know that’s sinful,
and I also know that I fold my hands wrong when I pray,
but I’ve tried to shape him for years and all I’ve gotten
is a cast with nothing to fill the mold. And I know my suitcase
has been packed for weeks, but. . . Dear God, you know I’ll never leave.
I save my laundry for Saturdays, don’t tell him why I’m crying
myself back to sleep, and check the fridge one last time
for the right deli meat.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
El día que me quieras tendrá más luz que junio;
la noche que me quieras será de plenilunio,
con notas de Beethoven vibrando en cada rayo
sus inefables cosas,
y habrá juntas más rosas
que en todo el mes de mayo.
Las fuentes cristalinas
irán por las laderas
saltando cristalinas
el día que me quieras.
El día que me quieras, los sotos escondidos
resonarán arpegios nunca jamás oídos.
Éxtasis de tus ojos, todas las primaveras
que hubo y habrá en el mundo serán cuando me quieras.
Cogidas de la mano cual rubias hermanitas,
luciendo golas cándidas, irán las margaritas
por montes y praderas,
delante de tus pasos, el día que me quieras...
Y si deshojas una, te dirá su inocente
postrer pétalo blanco: ¡Apasionadamente!
Al reventar el alba del día que me quieras,
tendrán todos los tréboles cuatro hojas agoreras,
y en el estanque, nido de gérmenes ignotos,
florecerán las místicas corolas de los lotos.
El día que me quieras será cada celaje
ala maravillosa; cada arrebol, miraje
de Las Mil y una Noches; cada brisa un cantar,
cada árbol una lira, cada monte un altar.
El día que me quieras, para nosotros dos
cabrá en un solo beso la beatitud de Dios.
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I've weighed the pranks:
Pulling out a chair;
Flooded fairways;
Skunky beer;
Onion candy apples;
Mayo in cream-filled donuts;
Lubricating jelly in handwash;
Polyurethaning soap;
Baking soda in ketchup bottles;
Flushing while the shower's in use;
Sending a welcome card on behalf of your friend to Kingdom Hall;
Eliot was right,
Snow in April is the cruelest.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC