narrative.exe

Meteor Showers
“a comet is arriving around 10:37 at night;
and citizens are not advised to go out with lights,
and even though they will try with their might,
the starry sky will defiantly shine bright.”

Bilogo
“Manong, bayad po.
tatlo, estudyante’y dalawa.
Bababa sa Bilogo,
Makikiramay sa multong nawawala.”

Problem Set #2
On the jeep, I was answering
a Problem-Set, the second of which
I heard a loud scream, saying “STOP!”
My pen slipped my fingers, and stabbed another.

Stars
have you seen the stars in the sky?
the beautiful constellations, flying by?
do you wanna sleep and dream happily?
or do you wanna wake up, and try to look at me?

Rainbow
Everyone is happy and merry as they can be;
Flocking with the wind, talking to me,
Their voices echoing with the screams;
Wondering if they could love with glee.

Programmable
a junk of mathematical equations.
she’d spit out, adding up the notations.
we’re in the matrix, undoing the rotations;
deliberately calculating the quaternions
needed to reverse the reverberations.
whew, compute the mechanization
of the thousand echolocations.
“be quiet, my robotical fascination.”

[tell the story]
spare no detail
the soul shall be known
for she will not hail
the name of king dethroned.

cat’s death
she’d look upon the house
of which she discovered the mouse
lying with the cat, who’s now dead,
strung around with the bell of lead.

Asleep
he fell into a deep slumber,
waiting for the world divine.
i wonder if he’ll remember
to wake up from his dreams on time.

Hospital
diapers, tissue, and some cotton balls.
prick the finger to know
the blood chemistry, uh oh,
diagnostics said you will mourn.

suture
i open my third eye.
i saw the ghosts of the future
swirl through the heart of my
dreamscapes that, in time, will rupture.

day of the school
today is the day
where i can go
and learn
nothing
at all
where are my classmates?
have they gone home?
where are the teachers?
are they sleeping on the floors?
all i see is the dull red ink
on the countless test papers
lying around, with the debris
falling, falling, falling
until it hit a head of mine
as i fell asleep.
goodbye, everyone!
class dismissed. forever.

trees
sense the spirit of the trees
as we dance around the graves
of our ancestors; grieve the breeze
that circle the flowerbeds of the brave.

august 24
three soldiers were filed with cases of rape
against a fourteen-year-old daughter
of the Manobo from Talaingod; her mouth agape
when she discovered the cases were dropped
after they pay P63000 and deny the blotter.

september 2
when i got home from school,
ten houses and an institute burned to ash;
i discovered the cruel
soldiers laughing; while i furrow my brow and gnash.

denial
please lie to me, babe.
as i do not want the world
to tell me the truth.

red room
in the living room,
i saw both of my parents dead.
as the strings of fate loomed,
it seems that the world hates us again.

3959
erasing myself from the narrative.
i look through the glass, in pain.
the conceptual being sees a declarative
and ate through the meaning of the name.