Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Red Shirt
Nung isang gabi, hindi ko alam kung bakit ko piniktyuran ang isang kamisetang naiwan sa pintuan. At sa dami naman ng pwedeng maisipan, bigla ko na lang naaalala ang isang lumang rengga.
Red Shirt
(PP habang nakikipagsiksikan sa Meatshop)
I am going to wear a red shirt today
to hide the blood stains impressed
like thumb marks on my body
to forget the sins of memory.
And I'll go flying to the night
like the lone moon
but red in haze due to clouds—
and I will cast my gaze
like stars in constant watch
of my tainted earth.
But what will this bring me?
A swim in the opulent nothingness of the dark
or hiding in a hollow skull
or nothing, like abstract images
attempting to conceive
these saline pools of mystery
formed in my skin, hidden
by the red shirt I'm wearing today.
Sa bahay, 12:30 am
(09/12/05)
