I wrote this song on
the back of an index
card--
one of five-hundred,
criss-crossing
the vertical lines.
I slipped it in my coat pocket
and forgot it later in the
wash.
All I can make out
is the
faded letters of--
Gunfire.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley
