just take off a layer
or walk around
topless
i am the archpriest
eating sugar puffs
i am the prelate
eating bagels
i am halfway
in
and halfway
out the window
the mother-in-law wants it off
i am not for sale
my successors are labouring
like hercules
the hidrosis is formulaic
like glib one-liners
"it's bad for the bones and
you'll catch a cold"
bring on the catarrh
the indisposition
the bogeys
the runny front bonnet
and collectivist honk
the towel over the bowl
of hot adam's ale
seduce my soul my doxy
my concubine
a night emission
i make love to the air conditioner
Categories:
indisposition, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Tonight the sky that once
became a blackboard of my
dream gradually loves the dark.
The vast black heaven in the
night of sorrow is the haven of
the twinkling stars.
But their brightness is
diminishing.
They somehow make my heart
happy
For I am made to think that they
give succor to me
They grieve over my reproach.
On this similar hour of the past I
held her hand
As my lips gently touched her
forehead.
On this same time too
I warmly hugged her
And she responded with a sweet
smile at me.
Sweet moments of how I really
loved her are boxed in my
memory.
Someone already owns her,
Like her heart that has
previously forgotten, I will also
disremember our love.
Tonight I see the starry sky,
The sound of waves that crash
onto the shore is forlorn
And the wind of the night has
indisposition.
Enough to feel the final pain she
had given me
And the last love song I offered
to her.
Translated by Bernard F.
Asuncion from Jez Rico Cuenta's
HULING KUNDIMAN
Categories:
indisposition, pain,
Form: Free verse