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    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito

umaasa sa unang ulan ng mayo
Thursday, May 04, 2006
1.

Abandon

They seemed happy, the five of them.
They seemed content to have their own archeologies
rotting wild beneath the glassy surfaces of their words.
Sometimes the night would scratch its eyes
as if to say, "Hello, hi. Do you remember?
Once I told you that I looked out my window
and remembered..." what? They seemed to have forgotten.
Was it a strand, a hand that can't be held?
Such long, long lines, dragging towards a smile
pregnant with memory. They seemed hungry for home.

Or were they just getting old? It was a Monday,
and one of them felt as if he belonged
to the moon. It was a parachute, and the moment
he looked up he knew that he had stolen a metaphor.
But from whom? Everywhere he looked there was a hole,
a brittle black space, almost plastic, where once,
he supposed, there was a word, or a song,
or a friend, whose eyes shone with the wounded light
of laughter. It was a Monday. They had yearned, so long,
for this. And finally their poems made sense.

2.

Notice: Monday Club Closed

Somebody has locked up the doors.
Someone else was looking for the keys,
and I am circling the house,
I am waiting for the evening to pay me a visit.

Somebody is looking for the doors to the keys.
I knew where it was. I kept quiet.
I hid myself behind the sign that said
"There will always be room for you here."

Somebody is hiding behind the room behind the door.
There are mouths and ears and shadows.
There is no one inside. Instead some swirling
haze, and I know it is just me and nostalgia.

Somebody is crying and I look out the door.
Only myself. Left behind. Leaving.

(spider, seven for a secret, like entropy, i am legion)
posted by mdlc @ 2:57 PM  
4 Comments:
  • At 11:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Astig : ) Though maybe more apt, it should be: like the fuck-ups and wastrels, I am legion.

    -- KARL

     
  • At 11:15 PM, Blogger Airam said…

    Ang ingay ko kasi e! Sana narinig kong binubuo ninyo ang mga tula. <3

     
  • At 11:49 AM, Anonymous Bayaw Mel said…

    uy..orig ako Monday club ah.

     
  • At 3:59 PM, Blogger mikael said…

    hindi, false alarm. inuman pa rin tuwing lunes, walang sablay. hanggang buhay pa ang san miguel corporation, hindi mawawala ang monday club, hehe.

     
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