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.”

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.

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.