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01/1/09*
1. Tey,
there would be
more confusion between your tears
and the saltwater.
2. over bottles
you were not looking,
but your heart was staring at her humble cleavage,
“does life really begin at 30?”
you blushed, it was rare, like the sound of your laugh
or the sound of the rain (like thousands of birds wanting to get in)
you had this baseball cap
and hoody, band-aid around your middle finger.
“how many hours did you spend on the shore?”
the tan lines on her shoulder reminds you
of
she sat playing with
the hole of the bottle, squid balls with hot sauce on the table,
emptied bottles and an ashtray.
Her legs, crossed, the wind
blew her floral skirt.
You wanted to fall asleep.
3. Karen,
teach me how to cry on others’ t-shirt.
teach me how to be difficult sometimes.
teach me to wear laces under boxers and walk like a boy.
this year is yours. get drunk on March and watch table napkins burn.
4. 2009,
Fuck you, you’re too fast and I’m damn excited.
I will cut Jimi Hendrix from my shirt
and paste it on my jeans. I will sleep on the bus more and more
and write more and more and more songs.
and observe more and more and more deaf lovers doing sign language
in mall food courts
(sometimes, I think they are the sweetest. Sometimes, they talk dirty)
Hey, I will fall in-love again and again. Yes.
and watch old espionage movies with my reading glasses on. Suckers!
5. over sunset
we galloped like kids, we took off our shirts and threw them into the sea.
The ice cream cones were down on the grasses, we half-ate.
Our palms were sweet, our hearts crying
“ulan ulan ulan yudeputa nga kabuhi!”
The two of you fell on the sand out of breath
and you thanked me for my madness.
I know, I am human masturbation.
6. you,
make life easier. Don’t be hard on others.
Except for hard-ons. They are special. Of course.
7. Dan,
I wore your slippers when I lit
some firecrackers and ran.
8.
there are times when I still feel that I am taking the wrong path,
but every time I look at my toes, I feel hilarious and menstrual.
they’re unfeminine.
but hey, I am cool and our house in under construction.
the rain calms me. i can’t cry.
it does a great job mourning in behalf of my eyes.
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Previous Comments
hays… i just realized how i miss reading from you and your poems..hays… i miss the depth but most importantly, the emotions embedded on every line…
2009 came too fast…parang hindi pa ako prepared 
I have a little story to tell you. The family and me went around Central Visayas and I remembered you a lot. No one writes about me like you did. It’s 2009. Moving forward.
Posted by medhurst at January 2, 2009, 1:02 pm@blu: tarsa nga ambot. damo lang nong, pero bueng la dinuguan sa media noche oi. tanan nga maayo para sa imo sa 2009
@ron: sometimes, i wish i am my poetry
i have never been prepared, i just let it be.
have a happier 2009. contentment and peace of mind.
@medhurst: got the pictures. you all looked happy. extend my hi to your family and your lalabs. you have more and more people to tell you what they need to in other beautiful forms. yes. happy 2009 noi, SALAMAT.
Posted by modernpatadyong at January 2, 2009, 10:08 pmYou truly are very creative with words. It’s a gift.
Happy New Year and I wish you all the best this year. Take care always.
salamat dahil madalas mong punan ang aking katahimikan…
Posted by pambie at January 4, 2009, 7:14 am@panaderos: I used to feel it was a curse but I believe every person who tells me it’s a gift. like you.
@pambie: salamat dahil yun ang iyng nadarama. minsan kase sulat lang ako ng sulat para makawala.
Posted by modernpatadyong at January 4, 2009, 8:47 am
guess what? i have been waiting for your snippets. this is genius. i never thought there someone like you in Iloilo. namian ko sa pagkatarsa mo tin, ka ulumol. hehe. ano handa nyo? hidlaw ko sa dinuguan!
Posted by blu at January 1, 2009, 10:24 pm