My Poems
and Really Short Stories
#1
someday,
when the cats and mice
fall down the sky,
i will
see you again,
again, again, again...
with those bubble gums
in your hand.
-august 1,1996
#2
with eyeglasses completely blurred, she cease to move. urine rushes through her uterus yet, her back's comfortably laid down the bed hunger kills but too tired to chew she wants to write more tomorrow... july 28, 1996#3
rain falls like my tears like u r i n e like you, like me, like the drops of b lo o d from my wrist. -july 26,1996
#4
a leaf, once green, now.
brown.
a leaf, before... unreachable,
but now,
i step on it
as i step on the ground.
as for me,
i'll be the ground.
-january 27, 1997
#5
maita has a bitter coffee, ursus has sweet blood, put them together mix in a blender and the coffee ain't bitter anymore. -may 27, 1998
#6
Last night Dandelion had a dream,
He dreamt of a world, triangle, not round nor square.
In that world, everyone must move separately... in their own phase.
Never go beyond the limit for the edge is
a dead end.
In every side all's acquainted.
But they can never take a look at the people from the
other side.
They lived for so many years,
Newly born babies replacing the dead.
Air of pretension of enjoyment filled their lungs.
Yet, curious fellows won't stop,
Tried to look at the other side.
Dandelion was one of the men,
He peeped and almost fell at the very edge.
Saw a face so pretty but dark,
Also gazing, peeping at their side.
There they fell in love at
both edges.
But they never touched each other for
they might
One day, they could no longer resist the temptation and urge
Both stretched their arms just to feel the
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Dandelion as he held her hand,
The girl smiles, no longer waiting.
For years they and
till they reach the third side with all the others chatting
They were the old ones once in their own worlds.
Happily they offered coffee and rolls.
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