the sixty tics that
round the face of the clock
made a complete revolve
as words were pumped to
combat the foe in my
legal gobbledygook
(did I even spell it right?)
onward and forward
as I look up the bright sky
devoid of clouds as I
clutch my growling gut
after my struggle with
the 'tikbalang' in Dandy suit
(you expect me to explain this mythical beast?)
temporarily relieved
as I trudge the streets of Gotham
for the remainder of the day
will again be spent in front
of the conveyor belt of
prepping agony and despair
(drifting off and away from the topic)
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Sticky sugar violently stirred round and round the couldron ... flames gnashing at the pit cooking the dark brown concoction into perfection. A definite Filipino dessert. Kalamay-hati ... like my words, my offering of odes and prose to the world ... my eclat, my voice of triumph and desolation ...
LUNANGON
There's a lot of things to know .. as there's a lot of things to be changed. A passive mind needs to be de-constructed. Apathy needs to be torched. To know is to transform. And to write is already to choose which side you want to be on.
