Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Pulubi
Prostrate into the sidewalk's embraceUlcered, dehydrated and disillusioned
Lungs and closed eyes soot-stained from progress
Unknown the thousands of walking apathies
But now, my only wish: Guess
If I am sleeping, or if I am dead?
2 Comments:
naks, tagos sa puso. parang bullet poetry.:)
Bullet poetry? Ano 'yun? :(
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