the hero

andres andres
man so fearless

cut was his head
run not he did

cut was his arm
he did not run

flicked was his dick
he ran so quick.

the poet

i will poem
poetic poetic

i will snort
booger so big

i will sit
bow am finished.

Photo taken by Cristina Purificacion-Dumlao

Boatman

A boatman promised us the shore.
Mouth frothing with blabbers,
he took the oar and paddled right,
right to where we wanted to leave –
the mouth of a whirlpool.

Our boat capsized. Drown us?
We know how to swim. Has any boatman
swum free from his own sticky spittle?