LUNES LOOMS

The tragedy in life
is living it
like
a never-ending
Monday.

Every breath
seems accounted for
and charged to
a weekend
you’d be too tired
to give a damn

It’s suicide,
really, and the thought
that you finally figured it out
is liberatingly claustrophobic
and you have neither gun nor brain
to blow it all off

So the weekday starter
sucks the air and matter
out of your postcard-picture
fantasy
leaving you with plasma,
or frankly speaking,
ooze in an aquarium of
worms having a sun tan

You feel spent
It’s preordained
and
while the dry humor
of compulsory
companions
drags you to a grin,
you throw up
in your head
but no one will know
nor care

Not on a Monday.

Manapay

Makalikha ng buhay
sa mga panaginip
na hinigaan mong magdamag

Makasaksi ng mundo
na mas makulay pa
sa telebisyon ng sala mo

Di ba't ito ang mga pangarap mong
isinulat sa iyong utak
iniukit sa iyong dibdib saka
ipinusta kay balang araw?

Sawa na ako sa bunganga mo.
Parang habag mo na,

Lumipad ka
di lang sa hangin
kundi dahil marunong kang kumampay
Tumakbo ka
di lang sa takot
pero sa nais mong makaalis

Wag ka ng magpaalam
Manapay lumarga ka na

At, tang loob,
Wag mo ng lingunin ang sopa ko.