everything and the kitchen sink

This one I really like. I did this while I was doing my new 1000-piece Van Gogh jigsaw puzzle on the floor. Every now and then I take a break from searching for the pieces and put in a line or two. Sometimes I end up searching for words while I rummaged through the box of jigsaws. The last two lines took me a good hour to finish. Couldn't find the right set of words. Sorry, fishes, I had to burn you too. (X_X)

everything and the kitchen sink

to break the knives
of unrequited love,

unfulfilled lives
and those robbed

to find shelter
from the longing

that drip tender
on the drain knowing

the plumber called
will never come

quietly the molds
watch by their lonesome

burn the kitchen and the fishes
to clean the dirty dishes

rgalang
12/16/2006

unrequited

I've been on a writing binge lately. Dunno why. I seem to be in good spirits, the stark emptiness of the condo notwithstanding. Here is another for HanJiHye. Perhaps the poem is wrong? Hehe, we'll see soon enough, we'll see.

unrequited

suffer the wants
of a parking lot

run over repentant
asphalt bleeding rot

flickering lights
yield your desires

of stair flights
and iced tea on fire

crushing air loss
wraps you friend

and a doll growing moss
sit to make amends

while the exit signs smile
as you ride the last mile

rgalang
12/16/2006

fade into

Sitting at the condo alone is making me feel all gloomy, so I wrote this one. The feeling of helplessness with HanJiHye isn't helping either, so really. Gloomy days ahead for everybody. I like this one. Though it took me two days to write the last two lines. Somehow I just got stumped on how to finish it. I still think the last two lines could be better.

If they seem out of place, its because they are. They were written in a different time span than that of the rest of the poem.

fade into

into dull gray tones
the diluted and deaf

colors of my bones
fade like a child left

watching the billion's temple
dress in dead hues

and rainbows crumble
underneath a black muse

let grays live off sanity
let colors fade into obscurity

12/11/2006
rgalang

beaned

this, i almost all but swiped from the SP song, Waiting. Yeah I got the "Yes, I am waiting" part from that song, but everything else is mine. Mine I say! bwahahahaha. Mine!!! This one is for Ms. Bean. Well, not really its actually for someone else but it kinda comes out that its for Ms. Bean, but not really. Ah, no use in explaining.

beaned

yes, i am waiting
for that doorbell

to sound its ring
and send a knell

across this awning
that masquerades

as plasma drawing
device on barricade

yes, i am waiting
for strings to snap

for memory to bring
to a halting stop

yes, i am waiting
for silence to sing

12/12/2006
rgalang

floor exercises

I've been spending too much time on the floor lately so I came up with this one. You see, I sleep on floor, well, almost. Since I have a sofa bed.

floor exercises

the dust settles
on his prone figure

waiting for the heckles
to nurse the sutures

carpet burns and silence
won't take away

the black burned lens
that turn to betray

the floor wells with dried tears
as he whispers so no one hears

12/10/2006
rgalang