on pavements
i didn't spoon you
in my mouth
like seashell pasta
in my day-old soup
like appropriated
excess in
a consumerist
uber-concerned-only-of-the-profit-motive
capitalist society
have i tried soup du jours yet?
well, robots soon
shall make them
and marconi shall
still play the mamba/mambo
paper & recyclable bags,
all kinds of bagism
[littered] on the floor
Parang Trumpo
Paikut-ikutin mo
ang sarili sa
gusot at gulo
Hinayaan ka nila
na ika'y mahilo.
Sana ay huwag
ka namang
malito.
Ganiyan nga ba
ang buhay sa
mundo?
Gigisingin ka
ng mga ipuipo.
Yun ay kung
paparating na
—ang mga
matitinding bagyo!
Things That You Couldn't Take
Don't shut out
the sterile world
Maybe there isn't
an ounce that
they understood
your word
Or you, perhaps,
are looking
for 'the forest
for the trees'
And have also
not yet understood
the pertinence
of the bees
Realize that the
earth isn't fake,
There are just things
that you couldn't take!
Remember that awful
cake that destroyed
your teeth
Without those doctors
you'd be toothless,
don't you think?
Talk to the mirror
if you think it knows
the answer to your query
But not, yet again,
love dark money
or trust ChatGPT
untitled (former working title: true music)
as if one have
all the value judgements
in this—
tribulation period,
if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —
would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?
time & its insignificance
like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift
from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah
from ancient
to the renaissance
what more can
one presage?
neither—
if a believer
prays to a false God
[of an othered religion]
permitted but
wronged sainthood
senile syllogisms & oblivion
—to one's own company
(original working title: the music you play)
are these leaves pure green tea,
to steep in a cup
designed so quaintly?
i know a type of
music, but not all things
jazzy
because there
could be drill rap music
which they—call—
classy
it's not a pretty picture
anymore for a degenerate
generation,
i think transnationalism
somehow creates a
nation
i just hope we don't fall
victim to this wake of
insanity—
to be foisted, with gradual
influence—to one's own
company—
kulturang banyaga
kulturang
banyaga
kulturang
kahanga-hanga
aking natagpuan
sa 'di kalayuan
akin siya,
akin siya!
magpakailanman—
the earnest flower of hinterland
can we escape this
dystopian land?
if only touching hands
would help this dreamland
most of us have planned
for the morrow
though we still misunderstand
the earnest flower of hinterland—
thing theory
all are just these props
our heartbeats untranslated
iconoclasm
consensus of hyssops
don't interpret me,
language of false complaisance;
for we are humans
whether you like me or not,
to say you do is just fake—