I
Stick your head out
Drink an orange juice; throw a plane
Have no doubt, don’t pout
When, in a red jeepney—splashes rain—
Drinking cold orange juice, with dame
Trembling motor; butt’s pain
But, you stupid; you don’t have dame
You only have malodorous; fat
Seating passengers, tightening you, lame
Stick your head out; out the what?
Out the jeepney’s window
Names of sari-sari stores; see that?
Unfortunately, before tomorrow,
(Can’t lend an ear!)
All will quickly drown to sorrow
II
Raining, ‘ya hear?
Plok, plok, plok, plok
Beating drums at the top, dear
Plokoplokplok, plokoplokplok
Raining hard; drink juice, (lies!)
Be calm; listen to plok, plok
III
God Almighty, bear with my cries!
Jeep I’m seating in, drowning;
Rising dirty water, old woman dies…!
My near death, am I dreaming?
I’m just here; drinking juice, orange one
But now…………..*thinking*
Plok, plok, blob, blob, “swim!” “run!”
Gulp, blup, gulp, gulp, plok., gulp
*My*, blob, gulp, *life’s*, gulp, *done*
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Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.