midnight muse

you have to have something in between

The possibility of swarms,

The idea of a cosmic key,

on electromagnetism,

on the gravitational field

And other mumbo-jumbo

of scientific crap…

maybe its plain nonsense,

or just a notion of probability

wringing with paradoxes

and half-naked truths

just lying on the ground

like a pepper on sandbox

littered with scorns and dust

waiting for hands to mead

it beyond the sorrows

of happiness and envy

yet carefully packaged in

yellow box of unselfishness

No, I don’t know the answer

It is just a figment of the

Star-studded nightmare of

My faint self waiting

To be unleashed in a

Gelatinous glob of pox

And viruses, and porn

Waiting still to be uplifted

And yet again praised

For doing nothing beyond

The stripes of the heaven

Plastered in mundane colors

Of the neon streaked clouds

And drowsy afternoons

Waiting, still waiting for

The time to dip out between here

And tomorrow, longing

For your sleep on the edges

Of my murmuring thoughts

Hungered by the pain of the

Nectars of your neck and

Torso tangled between me

And the efforts of forever

I don’t know if I could rest

But nevertheless, you have to

To have something in between

My illusions and my lust,

My solitude and my echoes,

My lungs and my angst

That could wedge the internal

Struggle of my damned humanity

And the struggle of my fate

May 26, 2014

Manila, Philippines