summer came quick
needing ventilation
I open the backroom window
"voila"
there's a whole other world back there
I know!, it's always there
but winter shutdown flips it off
into oblivion,
until that first insufferable day
when the window reopens
a whiff of lilacs
and...and... yes!... manure
( a horse boarded in the vacant lot
and an old lady 'cross the way)
the lilac is pungent
the manure,
Eh!, there's only one horse.
a backyard play-jungle

why are so many people so angry?
flying off the handle
at the slightest misperception,
Boom!
tirades of thundering mouth
awkward posturing
...but, the real fight comes later
a few drinks
(to calm down)
then, from simmering
to full boil again
Blam! it's on....
we've all got anger issues
I mean, just being angry
is an issue all its own
but, c'mon!
when are they going to figure this out?
...the day after dying!?

Remember me from once Loved

No one is reading me here
I do hope she does hear
And
Present her welcome poem
from me
to all those to her are near
and dear.
Thanks 2 muumuu
Do tell her
hence I shall
be loved no more
didn't suit here

So when she comes back
try to find Lovely Honey
a universal dear
Loved is no more
now all must that endear!

.
I, for one, like rainy days
a ready excuse for putting things off
out in the rain
roaming around
a kind of moodines sets in
the "grey nothings", I call it
not the blues
the blues, deep down,
I want to escape
the "grey nothings" I want to hang with
hoping the rain lasts
the mood?...can't explain!
a feeling of...emptied out
with no desire to fill up
empty is so good enough on these days
but, it goes away with the sun
desires change
wants must be filled

I Often Wondered
When a poet wrote
Years ago,
In the lost oblivion,
When there was no telephone
Nor Internet
Obviously
What then readers imagined
The bard had in mind
As cryptic as yours
Upon the deserted oasis of time

I still stand in this wondrous land
They call an everlasting eternity
I wonder what you
Or
Anyone else will think
Of this poetic mystery
Or
Is it perhaps, initial?
Seeding mastery
Ah!
I’m glad you
Or
Anyone else
Can now ask me

.
yes!...I know!
the door doesn't close right
been like that for months
...alright, years longer'n that
I say, so what
once I'm in I forget about it
start doing my whatevers
'til the next time I go out
same with the broken light in the hall
it's dark
but it's straight, and flat
not an obstacle course
so, here's my question
when sitting here, focused on my whatevers
and these things are finally fixed
will I feel any better?
and if I do, will it be

I'm no back porch philosophyer
don't have one
apartment dweller that I am
but, I was thinking on stuff
last night
end of the month blues
no cash
bar tab shut down
so, I stayed in
thinking
it wasn't all that bad
some music
(mainly Mancini)
snackin' homemade hors d'ervs
(ritz and liverwurst
a touch of mustard)
sober
('cept for the roach hits
found chefing the d'ervs)
yeah!,
not such a bad night after all
music, food, thinking

.
yeah!, I went to school
what the hell you mean
asking me that?
I went
just like everyone else
well, not all the time
but sometimes enough
to say "yeah! I went to school"
why?
you think I can't read?
or something?
I don't read
but I can
they made us do that
don't you remember
or maybe,
you didn't go to school
either

No, I don't watch TV much
too many pretty people
even the ugly ones
are better looking than
the lumps and frumps around here
doesn't seem right
pretending about stuff like that
gives people wrong ideas
like, if you are pretty
you can act
if you ain't
you can't do squat
even if it's true
it's not cool
to guys
who look like us!

the voice-over told us that we're landing down,
i felt excitement to see my friend..
though this was my first time to be in Singapore,
i know it's going to be great fun..

the cab driver dropped me off the Universal Studios,
bit amazed by how people here live day-to-day
and the atmosphere is very tourist-friendly,
i felt as if i'm just anywhere on Philippine soil.