Friday, January 27, 2006

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Eating Eternity

crack
the balot
at the flat.

gently
remove shells
from eternity's truth.

in
three moves:
suck… bite… bite.

Twenty minutes to Perfection

twenty
minute(s)
to cooked perfection.

twenty-eight
days for
pecking, strutting ambulation.

just
a fraction
for aphrodisiac construction.

Floating Balot

two
out of
twelve. that's all.

to
float, to
fly, nearly impossible.

why?
why only
some, not all?

Balut-na-ku

*Ruminations on a Pin@y lifestyle using the haynaku form.*

how
long before
it explodes? Boom!

flying,
swimming debris
of duck embryos

just
a careless
look at time.

Friday, January 13, 2006

birthdays

M:
miss
the days
when I aged


A:
when
everyone made
a terrible fuss


M:
ice
cream cradled
between lips, tongue


A:
candles
glowing for
a moth's notice


M;
miss
the mortality,
the everyday changes.