Wish the best of luck, since it’ll likely takes
A quick flight before the gorgeous presence
Hope’s pleading is hopeless—chokes the slow breath
Since smog connives with mist—nose is heaving
Bells moist eyes sing the homecoming past
Whirl the brain; wracks the skull catches big ache
As winds of the season non-stop blowing
Pressured-shrills ring, bang the sad plugged ears
Here, here this once joyful, now sorrowful
Friend of worn-beaded rosary that mourns
In monk’s fingers as pale smoke smears the air
Praying in the stately spire of tolling bells
Echoes the dumb requiem of deathly thoughts.
Accord the wish to steal the last quick glance?
To see the sun rises in kindly face
The curvy lips, godly hair, busty breasts
Inviting look are streams where lilies swim,
Each tic-tac zap in slow-drift tide and tugs
In dreams of searching drowsy-lidded eyes—
Behalf of moment in mercurial flight
Whilst weary thoughts ponder on waning pasts:
The bloody phantom reds, sober purples
Silken hairs flapped caressed by soft-fingered
Winds swam in apple screen when the year turned
From pitch-black to sparkly white as when, a
Snake its habit, like dark switched into light
The new robe the new day; spoke year renewed
From mild sleep in the balmy nature’s bed.
A Pinot slow-drop ‘pon the chilled mesa
A keepsake of fragrant sight of the bells
Rings break forth—shade of downpour wet the board
Nether clouds cry, and then hope it ends.
The chilled deuce Specters sit in the plateau
Unroll the stapled quad of pale-paper-
Leaves curl, but opens to quash when the wind
Irons its furls of pulpy quad atop each
As earth waits drizzles in hot summer night
The straight scar below awaits the poet’s pen
To draw the name even how bad it seems
Or at last Hope flickers, for both it seems
While arms draw circled paths singing tic-tac
Hymned two-tuned tunes, fluty tic-tac behind
Of two dull-noted, sadness and the gloom
Edges of lament regret where it go
Dripped-Wet with acid rain—shaking, airing:
Woe, woe! Earth reeked firewater in the cave
Lips yawp-filled-air, unremitting bawling
Fiery verses leave no price or deserve
For soul, else, for life's sake, even to beasts
When the ringed finger sent the lights off
When windows blackened by hard-pressed knuckles
The blinking stars fell— screaming and swooning.
Woe! Twin pale-headed tornados went swept!
And watered down solar cheeks in its rise
Young cubs’ dreams have no moment to toast
In crystal-spring-gilded meadow to dream
In the midst of fair Dama de Noche,
Cute Sampaguitas in green fluffy bed
To brimmed them with sugar-caned caresses
And touched their rosy cheek with candy lips
Or cupped them up in divine fingertips.
Will both eyes waiver the joy of sharing?
The past tense of sweet and sour, which both dined
Mono- eyed captured both takes saved in discs
Brushed up the outdated shots then convened
Lens bore diorama to show what to see.
Love tilled the lazy ground—the seeds sprouted
Then old tireless Sun warmed the soil’s breasts
Root hairs merrily drank from goblet’s wine
Pampered with devotion the stems and shoots
No day’s complete without both eyes watching
Went up to the trellis weaved by both fingers
Never lost a strength from spring of passion
To feed, as babies chuckled angel’s words
As air’s soft busses whispered lullaby
Filling up their flesh with more nectar juice
Gods zipped lips unheard seeing what changed
Ceres to her joy plucked the holy harp
Daintily danced among the webbing vines.
Alas! The weary arms lost strength went weak
Waking, sleeping damn spent to keep going
Like cupid’s arrows pierced through the beams
Hit the stilly waters of Lethean dreams.
But no power or prestige ever twinned!
Bee’s joyful euphoria, pleasure, delight;
The raptus of topping the virgin bud
As the newly opened Treasure spreads
The dew-bathed lips asked for a hungry-sip
With the stiff-tiny shaft: scream, shout and shriek
No Abomination, odium or loathe
Stopped the moment of exploding whirl of joy.
What are they? In fact, captured in the disc
Where bird sang over the concoction’s smoke:
Fried rice with onions, garlic, leeks and oil
The bulgy seeds from dewy panicles--
Fresh grounded, sun-dried, oozed with milky steam
The steamed Malacapa with tamarinds
In the love-filled pot fondled by the fire
Honey smelling thing in fox’s eager sniff.
Who cared for tables fouled with wanting?
Which top void of toothsome dish?
No one will try to throw a hungry look
Or bother for one little finger dip
Deep in the dish of love and tenderness.
Did a foreign glance laid ‘upon the potion
Expect the gods and goddesses who browsed
High browed, unblinking eyed—how tasks done
When kisses, night or day wore the truth of love
And sang, the day opened with high falsetto
And danced footwork of high-tempered rumba.
Did owl mingle each night’s embrace of Zs?
When the snappy swoosh drove the few dusts
From bed cover atop the muted bed
Next to curvy side ran the fingers on
And ears of the cushioned hot dogs stood out
To hear the soft contralto’s whispered hums
And bass’ poundings of chilled December’s breeze
From outside, embed the candy perfume
Of Dama de Noche and Mango, bloom
And the tattered bed squeaked when the rocks rolled
While played the old school game of hide n seek
Catch-me-if-you-can until pillows ripped
And swirled cotton and downs till we lost strength
Night never bother the delight or screams
Then dream deep until the daybreak streamed in.
