I know the way you feed
Your wife and children.
I see you asleep at daytime
As though it were night.
The bamboo floor complains
About your body weight
And length of unconsciousness.
You move and change position
To achieve the most comfortable stance,
And the kubo you have built for your family shakes,
And the loosely fastened or nailed structures creak,
And it irritates the lizards adopted by your hospitable house.
The vacant, fertile backyard shouts to waken,
But you are deaf.
The tansan of newly opened liquor
Of your neighbor
Falls and touches the ground and clangs
And, now, cures your unique deafness
And wakes you up.
Your kumpare invites you for "one shot,"
But you violate some math rules
And equate one shot to two cuatro-cantos.
You come home zigzagging,
Uttering words not found in the sane vocabulary.
Before the door you throw up
And "feed" the dogs.
Your hungry wife screams in anger
And sets innocent, empty kalderos in flight.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
