The scooter leaned into me a human bomb
a bota box for your treasury
a bota box for your million
I’m not at the beach
I love you
it’s all good
burns turned blue
I love you
that’s real
Categories:
bota, sun,
Form: Free verse
Bistro blowhards jump around in Johnny time
Bota bing bota bang Bota bang bota bing.
Dendrites are clicking, where did they get teeth?
Who invited them anyway? Gray matter coughs.
Fishnet stockings fairly frolic along my brain highway.
My soul shuts herself off, not wanting involvement.
I am on pizazz power; polka dotted persimmon pot pie.
No one better ask me anything or even give me a look.
What’s happening? My eyes wonder. They are on fire.
My throat is tight, wearing a girdle of ridiculousness.
I keep my mouth in a straight line, figuring out nothing.
Sharing no secrets or ideas, closing down for self-protection.
Categories:
bota, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
'Jesus Christ Superstar':
this might tell you where we are.
With open sky and stars above,
it's just another summer of love.
Bota bag across my breast
(Strawberry Hill is the best).
In sandals and long madras gown,
out for a seventies night on the town.
It's a Broadway production, L.A. style,
in an Amphitheater higher than a mile.
Sweet smoke permeates the air
with hundreds of people 'being' there.
Passing a joint down the row,
Mary just doesn't know
what's the buzz all about?
It's a happening without a doubt!
February 28, 2018
Categories:
bota, culture, music, nostalgia, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Ang sapatos ay gamit sa paa,
At proteksyon katulad ng bota;
Isuot mo ito sa paglakad,
Upang ikaw ay maging mapalad.
Ang mga turo ng Panginoon,
Mabisa sa lahat ng panahon;
Huwag mo nga itong huhubarin,
Sa masama'y huwag paalipin.
Ang kasuotang galing sa itaas
Ay pandigma laban kay Satanas;
Ang salita ng katotohanan
Ay may lakip na kapayapaan.
Banal ang ebanghelyo ng Diyos,
Ang aral ay tulad ng sapatos.
Categories:
bota, life,
Form: Sonnet