teach me grass
to be pliable
and listen
walk in the
rain, ignore the voice
that keeps you
tied up with ropes
in a dark closet
first rooster . . .
he cannot wait
until dawn
like echoes
the rooster's crow, victims
of a dream
between masses
and faceless nights
the distant bark
of a caged dog . . .
and day dreams
they are for
nothing, these nets . . .
placed here to
placate the ghosts
this mind has painted
will buddha
step on snails
eating rice?
where will you
run to when i'm
dead and
the grass across
the street dries up?
a wife steeps
herself in the drunken
dreams of men
the sushi
of the day was the
waitress in
a tight black skirt
i couldn't say no to
the sticky
fingers of a fly
making sushi
it was as
if she'd dressed like
that for me . . .
an okra blossom
sheltered from the rain
poor flowers!
under a highway bridge
in edsa
this void . . .
the two of us
dancing
on a rope
bridge without ends
a child's eyes
skipping stones spirits
across the pond
with little
sleep, the river near
our home, guides
me into an eddy
sculpted by stares
lamb's blood . . .
the stench of a thousand
white worms
the yellow
shirts of stylists
longing
to paint rainbows
between their legs
neon eyes
short circuited
by winter
pounding rain . . .
muffled screams under
bed sheets
stained with thoughts beyond
your wildest dreams
mid autumn . . .
white clouds flying
south
again,
voices, and not from
my mind
if i have another
cup of mirror?
channelled,
the voices of vendors
hawking goods
i bathe
in the light of a
nearby moon
crocheting hate into
neutered rhinos
i too,
carabao, plow
tomorrow
you stow
away in a cloud
at night
wondering why
the candle went out
your stillness,
monkey, without the
organ grinder
