Your teacher’s wrath
bleeding in your poem
crashes your heart
Your teacher’s blood
bleeding in your poem
crashes your soul
Your teacher’s wrath
bleeding in your poem
crashes your heart
Your teacher’s blood
bleeding in your poem
crashes your soul
Apolonio Paria Dionisio. Assistant
Professor 7. Salary grade: 21 -5. Finished
PhD in Panitikan in 1986. Original
Appointment: June 16, 1976. Last
Promotion: 2002. Publications:
Diona, Tanaga, Dagli, Balagtasan,
Bugtong, Ambahan, Oyayi, Tagulaylay.
Rank Deserved: Professor 12. But
Won’t Advance; no ISI-Scopus publication.
He throws bread crumbs to the pond
And the fishes swarm – the big ones
with the big mouths gulp the big chunks;
the small ones nibble the particles
that escape from the big mouths
of the big ones. He is 64.
He is 64.
I am a Filipino, defender
of freedom and democracy.
Lover. I love
regurgitating refuse
from the Bald Eagle’s
ass, and here I am stricken
with twin sickening diseases:
mental diarrhea cash-ridden isms fresh or putrid surge from my mouth like sewage
gushing through septic tank sewer
con
stipated con
sciousness
not
even the
tiniest of
light
could pen
etrate
my mind, an ass so tight
through which only
the fain
test of fart
could pass, a stin
king fume
that could
send a hermit
buck run amok,
lamenting
why on
earth he broke
free from
his moth
er’s womb.