Waiting for the next big thing

Coffee

Cigarette

Beer

Sex

 

What’s Next?

i’ll return to you when your hate is gone

i’ll return to you when your hate is gone,

when your filthy mouth’s clean my polluted heart beamed,

when i’m a cock sucker no more to your white light eyes,

when you dream me dead no more,

when you wanted

i wanted,

il return to you love when you are love again.

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Broken teeth children singing Christmas carols

to beer bellied men

in a wet street corner,

under ephemeral violet skies

the sound of nearby market’s gray,

strangers would always [wanted to] be strangers,

November December Christmas forever.

One B.U Afternoon

Happiness, are you there?

I sitting, asked myself

In the grass

Blue cloud gazing…

 

Then I caught you

Walking towards me,

Texting…

 

My phone beeps.

Tart

And the university grass,

Those ancient flowers bathing

In the setting sun,

Beside your silhouette

As you speak the warmth of your heart,

Those gazes like birds in a desert,

How I wish time is never time at all.

 

You are sepia as I reminisce

The laughter in the bus, your kingdom in Bacacay,

The Halo-halo, the walk to the solitary road to wait for a ride,

Home…

As I remember Juan Tamban, I remember Neverland,

I am Peter.

We are childhood.

It stays forever.

 

I could be,

Everyone could be that Pan,

Memories smell like sun in the stones

That lingers.

It lingers.

For That

Money,

I need money

To buy you…

So if you don’t like my poetry,

Il buy you a cup of tea

So we could talk calmly

About how I despise you.

If fortune is real

Staring

At the somehow 7 inches fortune tree

In an ancient ceramic white cup

In the naked midnight table:

I wanna get laid