wala man koy ma-post uy

tamad na ko mag-think ba ug post,

so post-post na lang kog poem by my favorite poet:

i like your body when it is with your (ee cummings)

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

repeat post (lazy ass me)

**copied from my psycolayco post**

hola mi pandilla! como estais? hace el tiempo?

el queso es viejo y mohoso.

(“the cheese is old and moldy.” -brendan fraser in the movie encino man)

ric’s away on vuh-cay-shun in cay-lee-four-neeyuh.

and i’m all alooone in our work eh-reeyuh…

oh yuhhh….

and now a song by the gorgeous joss stone from her new album mind body and soul, and this goes out to my office crush who i’m sure is furiously fighting his every urge to get with me, that poor boy, tsk tsk come to mama… sige na.. oh come on…

“A car this fine don’t pass your way everyday

Don’t cha wanna ride baby

Don’t cha wanna ride baby

Time is slipping by, by, by

Slipping by”

– don’t cha wanna ride by joss stone

mini miniseries special

(very very short fantasy script woven out of this stress-saturated air)

Episode 1: F.F. means “For the Firm”
Scene 1: in the office (where else?), staff work area, one hour before lunch break

LEI (buried under dusty flipcharts on the floor beside her desk, gasping for breath) :
Must… find… answers… (gasp)… mommy…

RIC (happily typing away in her beat up Dell, maniacal grin on her face) :
Must organize files! Lookie! I have them all arranged chronologically!

TONY (pretending to be giving a presentation, making wild hip hop gestures) :
Yo wassup?! Load curtailment, fool! That is the question! Wassup, fool?! Wassup?!

RIC (turns to Tony, maniacal grin still on her face) :
My files! They’re bee-yoo-ti-ful!!

(then looks down at Lei, maniacal grin on her face even bigger) :
A structured filing system is the answer!!

LEI (fighting off flipcharts, not quite winning) :
No, it’s the end… must… find… notes… (gurgling sounds)

TONY (stares at RIC, his eyes suddenly large) :
It’s over! Workload analysis, fool! Wassup widjoo?! Wassup?!

ALDWIN (suddenly appears in the work area, jubilant smile on his face) :
Lunch time! Lunch time!

LEI, RIC and TONY jerk their heads in Aldwin’s direction, their eyes large.

Ten seconds of silence. Then black out.

Scene 2: in the office, staff work area, end of the day

LEI (sprawled on the floor beside her desk, strangled by flipcharts, body contorted in irregular angles, eyes wide open)

RIC (hand sticking out from the filing cabinet, a tab with her date of hiring and name taped on her pointer finger)

TONY (crouched under his desk amidst pages of activity charts, chewing on them slowly, giggling in between swallows)

Fade to black. Cue opening chords of Not An Addict by K’s Choice.

look at the stars, look how they shine for you

see, even the stars mention getting away… away… away…

Horoscope for Aries
09 Sep 2004
Do your own thing without drawing attention to it. Hard work will payoff if you refrain from expressing your opinion to superiors. Be sure to look into travel opportunities that will provide you with mental stimulation.
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chocolate brain

hah! my brain is mush. lethargic non-productive employee of the week i am.

no poetic mutterings and shit for the time being. nobody gets them anyway.

so pictures it is! other people’s pictures! i feel like a thief.

you damn thief! criminal, i know.

one of the bosses just came back from a very brief trip out of the country

and brought back goodies. nice nice goodies. er, nice nice boss, too.

i feel the onset of tonsillitis coming. bring it on.

question: what’s on your mind?

(let’s talk it over with san mig lights)

i want to taste the cigarettes and beer
on your silken tongue relentless
effortlessly moving over your lips
silent pinpricks to my flesh
screaming expletives inside my head
excruciating in their deliberateness
methodical in their means to choke
the breath out of me

i want to wash in the indifference
hanging on your arms laden heavy
seemingly unconcerned soldiers
potent blankets of brimming ardor
designing thieves of my senses
insistent in their unknowingness
ingenuously divine characters of this
masterful comedy that is my mind

and sometimes i’m back to wanting
blurred conversations between beer cups
constantly filling fountains
of alcoholic rhetorics and musings
coupled with half-hearted reproof
from friends staying us away from rashness
as we stand confounding what’s true from
what’s merely drunkenness

inspired by dory

outside the rains are relentless, the winds unforgiving
inside the air is cold and furious, the hours languishing
i am chilled from skin to bones, my mind a stiff blank
i should’ve stayed home and conversed with my pillows

what am i going to do today?
es-ca-peh!
is anybody looking my way?
es-ca-peh!
should i just get up and not stay?
es-ca-peh!
do i seem now like i’m insane?
es-ca-peh!

a first attempt at beat poetry to try to get everything to coincide

(to the beat of the orchestra of events in your head of course)

when i woke up this morning there was absolutely nothing or
particularly nothing that was worth lying about where in fact i do
twist some truths to get you to watch me pretend to walk away, and

when i twisted myself to the side to see your sleeping body beside
heaving breaths with limbs contorted by the freezing cold coz i
grabbed the sheets too much when i could have grabbed you instead

there i found a point you’ve pointed out so many times but i refused
to deduce that i was the cold one who kept contorting myself when
unconsiously i tried to keep myself from being grabbed by you, my lynx

when i got up this morning there was absolutely everything or
particularly everything that was worth jumping back in bed for when
cold as you feel you contorted yourself around me to keep me wrapped
in sheets, you twisted magnificence

twisted devious magnificence you are who so effortlessly it seems knows
when and how to make me pretend to walk away where you’ll get your
moment to grab me to my place and tell me you won’t pretend at all