Our cafe speaks in vowels and screams in consonants.
Hipsters sing asexual love music, or goodbyes
They claim the sun hurts their eyes

    And so, if chemistry's wet, shampooed hair
Breaks the cold, white-white windows
Musicians slam as if they know-know-know,
and know-it-all, up there, playing their songs.

    Old "Steward", highly-paid employee, on break
for a drink--says, "In the 30s we got none,
needed none."
He wants to mend the windows, send them home,
and get back to work.
But he is caught in sweltering heat

    Their heat.
rosing on every person's cheek
when they turn their heads,

    and observe chemical ties.
These mates speak better syllables

Ayoko na lamang bilangin ang mga oras
Na nasisinagan pa tayo ng araw,
Maghahabulan at magtatampisaw na parang mga basang sisiw
Sa hubad na kalsadang naunang pagalitan ng langit.

Naaalala ko pa noong elementarya'y
Sabay tayong papasok sa eskwela
Matapos humigop ng mainit na sopas ni Nanay.
At minsan nga'y nakalilimutan nyang hanguin ito nang maaga
Kaya matapos nating kumain ay sabay rin tayong magtatawanan
At maglalaro ng "tag-tagan" patungo sa kanto sa sakayan.

Hindi ba't pumupunta pa nga tayo sa may bandang iskwater,
Makapaglaro lang ng pitsaw sa dati nating mga kaklase?
Nagagalit kasi si Nanay kapag sa bahay natin sila niyayaya
At magkakalat ang putik sa ating sahig
Kasi pati si Bantay ay nakisali sa paghuhukay.

Ilang beses din tayong naligo sa dagat
Kahit na ang sabi ni Tatay ay manginas muna tayo
Habang siya ay nasa laot pa.
Pero uuwi tayong mga basa at walang pang-ulam na pasalubong
Kaya muli tayong mapagagalitan
Kasi ang titigas daw ng mga ulo natin.

Hindi ba nahuli ako sa eskwela noon na nangongopya sa'yo?
Tapos sinabi mo sa titser na ikaw ang nangongopya at 'di ako?
Hindi ko kasi makalimutan yun
Kasi pag-uwi natin sa bahay, ako pa yung nagtampo sayo
Nung ikaw yung unang pumili sa doughnut na dala ni Tatay.

At nung gabing iyon, hindi ako tumabi sa'yong matulog
Ang sabi ko pa ay ayaw na kitang makita muli
Kasi naghalo-halo na yung nasa utak ko.
Pero alam mo ba, na sa mga oras na yun
Hindi ko talaga inaasahang seseryosohin mo yun.

Kaya noong maggising na lamang ako'y
Nagulat akong wala sila Nanay at Tatay
At si Aling Rosing pa ang nagsabi sa'kin
Kung ano ang mga nangyari
At kung saan ako pupunta.

Sinabi ko na ngang ayoko na magbilang ng mga oras,
Pero heto pa rin ako...
At taon-taon akong nangungulila at nagsisisi.

Siguro nga kung hindi ako natulog agad
Ay baka may naggawa pa ako.
Siguro nga kung hindi ko sinabi ang mga iyon,
Ay hindi mo ring magagawang umalis.

At siguro nga kung hindi ako nagtampo'y
Wala naman talaga tayong pag-aawayan.
Hindi ka rin hahanapin nila Nanay sa gitna ng gabi
At hindi sila masasagasaan ng tren para iligtas ka lang.

Siguro nga, pero huli na ang lahat eh
Wala na kayong lahat at iniwan n'yo na 'kong mag-isa.
Sana sa huli kong pagbisita'y mawala na rin ang lahat ng bigat,
Mawala na ang pagkamuhi ko sa sarili ko,
Kasi pagod na ako...
Pagod na pagod na ako.

i'll pick up a rose to rose you tonight
i don't care if the moon don't show off his light
i'll walk the dark to rose you tonight
i don't care if the thorns cut, let people die

don't wait for me, i'll come at midnight
kiss the stars last time as you close your eye
you will wake up to my dead rose garden
you will wake up to me rosing you goodbye.

We bud as we wake,

Blossom as we raise,

Flower as we rouse ourself fully from sleep,

And spread the Fragrance of Joy as we get into our day,

Spread the Rosiness,

Spread the Rosiness.

in times like this
I feel myself shying from paper like a little school girl in the prettiest dustpink mini skirt
I feel my cheeks rosing up , into this blush red
I feel my palms sweating like a little waterfall, dripping down to my shaky thighs
The paper scares me
- because being here makes me desperate.             It means that I can’t scream any louder. It means that no matter how many people try to warm me in their embrace I’m still here shy from the paper . Alone and trapped.
Now this little school girl must bleed from her thighs and palms here she must expose the ***** thoughts and the liquids from her vile body.
Isn’t she disguisting in her purity?
Does she make you mad
She is so alluring she dominates all that she touches , I’ll tell you a secret I once saw rain run towards her.
But she’s ugly, and kind and I love that little school girl because I’m tired of everyone giving her up . I don’t know if they’re mad at her for being to pure or maybe she’s not at all
Maybe she’s too many pieces to be loved by a whole
So she finds a few along the way and lets them love a piece of her
The little school told me
That she’s manic
She is a maniac I’ve seen how for the past few weeks she’s danced in her room and jumped in bed with her parents and pretended to be high on some sort of adrenaline
But I’m tired of being creepy and staring at her through the window
Because the real girl is starting to emerge .
It’s making my head sore
AM I A FUCKINF BIPOLAR
Maybe that’s the anxiety whispering
Or is it an alternative personality
I’m going crazy
This one wasn’t supposed to hurt like the rest it was supposed to heal
This one hurt the most
Because - after not believeing that we could love
You thought us that we are the purest form of uncontrollable affection
But we are done now
And we must sleep
Forever
- don’t be scared of me
- I’m confused too
- I’m the old man in the window
- The manic
- The school girl
- And maybe you too.
A multidimensional ******* organism