Friday, April 20, 2018

Elegy

Almost done with breakfast,
got startled as you shreaked
begged me kill the cockroach
under the table please.
As I stood, knife in hand
searched for the intruder
Stepped on the evil thing
smashed, squished, and crackled so
the sound of frying egg
“I killed it with a knife.
That’s truthful, isn’t it?
Misleading, but valid.”
I saw the insect’s kin,
the corner of the room,
A whimper, “You humans!
Your words hide cowardice.
By an assassin's Crocs
My dear daddy is dead.
My mother will be shocked.”

Monday, April 16, 2018

Prelude to a Fight

Said the white rooster 
to the red
“Don’t you tire 
of this pecking? 
Our beaks are sharp
our necks strong and flexed,
are we meant
to serve 
a higher order?”

And the red replied,
“Impertinence!
Bury your claws on 
someone’s throat.
To perish with 
bloodied combs,
no reason 
can be as great.

And the white
turned away,
flapped, jumped
and crowed in 
memory of a love, 
who laid,
with ketchup 
by her side.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Plato in Boracay

Charming island 
blue sails
where coconuts
grow on sand;
warm afternoons
on your cold floor
lured everyone to come.
Athens of the east
to all who search
and the few who find.
With you the hemlock 
is sweet 
escape from 
sophist souls.
Die if we must here.
Kant is a moron.
The truth is cradled on
your shores.