"muscovado" poems
Ito ng kulay ng iyong puso
Ang kulay ng lipstik
Na binili ng iyong ina nung ikaw ay tinedyer
Ang kulya ng bulaklak na binigay sa iyo sa araw ng mga puso
ng iyong manunuyo
Hindi babanggitin ang rosas na niregalo sa yo
ng kaibigan **** babae sa kampus nang ikaw ay nasa
kaibuturan ng iyung kabataan,
Ang kulay ng mga di mabilang na mandirigma sa kabukiran
Na sumisigaw ng kapayapaan.
Ang kulay ng butil sa unang dapyo ng sikat ng araw
Sa panahon ng anihan.
Ang kulay ng asukal na muscovado mula sa pawis ng mga manggagawa sa azucarera
Ito ang paborito **** kulay noon.
Sa gitna ng lakbayin na masukal
Ginusto **** maging mapusyaw
Ngunit ang iyong pag-aalab ay puno ng kulay na ito
Sa iyong mga kapatiran sa masa
Pagsigaw ng hustiyang pang-ekonomiya
Ipagbunyi ang kulay ng iyong puso!
Ang sing-init na kulay na nararamdaman mo hanggang ngayon
Kahit na pumupusyaw ang iyong kabataan,
Nanatili itong kulay ng iyong pag-aalab.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
Jack ropes and merriopes
In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope
envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous
Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace
Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous
For failure interred
Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where?
Where derinferred strands failure unerred
By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth
Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate
Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination
Veritable under pooh stick discrimination
Matte clouds of drab depression ove in
An area of low pressure
According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter
Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as
fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic
Scribbled on der calen.
Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a
Bit minus that
Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving
The very schism wit! It cynicism
Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted
Where? In there? In that jumble of line?
Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed
Lime from lime.
He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space
And make some sense of it.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
this must be the place
my father put bread inside
the ceramic jar filled with
muscovado in the kitchen,
where my tiny hands splayed
out and stuck to the counters
it'll soften it, he says
for his lack of affection
I took what I could get
i must have soaked in
Darjeeling for years
an unrefined sugar cube
too bonded to dissolve
like all children that
want from their fathers--
I suppose.
a little girl peeking
over the tile, wondering
what other types of things
bread could make soft--
her
maybe.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC