Being vain, as you often should, you asked for my...
And I know better not to be sweet around you...
Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...
Show of hands
who believes they'll make it to 21...
October 9, 2010
1:17am...
I've heard loud silence of Manila lately,
and it is so sincere that whispers...
I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...
You sat in my window,
singing ironic love songs...
I went to the station where the rain was
pouring, turbulent, seven years old...
Admittedly,
I'm haunted still...
I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...
Spring-time carnival
air abuzz with excitement...
As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross...