1. Fields of Elisium the battlefield in my head is littered with lovers I’ll never bed, let alone wedsee me ride the light of love to a place inside his heart falling below The Mists’ undertowsinging the Praises of an unknown Soldier broken apart by the promise of releasefight with me, beside me, inside me,
1. Page 337 Dad served two tours in the war a media circus of Ohio hippies and escapes from Saigon via helicopterlit by the fireworks on the Nightly Newsgilded the blood of the conscripts photographed by Leicabuilding roads as a Seabee cleaning the mud caked on his boots with gasoline the kids around the Airfield,
1. Masque you buy clothes you never wear to impress people who don’t care you can’t speak in front of crowds you should get your head checkedyou have blisters on your heels from shoes that refuse to be broken inyou wear makeup to even out your tan certainly not to impress a manyour mirror reflection
1. Sentimental x Unsentimental The stars in the skies dripped into your eyes like the beautiful ones hold you when you’re done I’m in this for love, not procreation Fallen Angels, righteous sins raptured in this directionbaby it’s you, it’s always been youfrom the moment I breathed you in like a fogtripping in the dark
1. Where Do I Belong? all my life I straight tripped on who I was was I Filipino, was I American for 28 years I cannot assume either role I was never pigeonholed, but I never belongedmy accent is NorCal, born and bred my height is so misled I eat rice with my hands I
1. Kiss of Def Forever the Sickest this is how I see myself a little bit cynical always a miracle I learned early on depend on no one but yourself call it a front, call it a shield ain’t no one but me stepping out on the field life is but a dreambut loneliness is
1. Pomegranate Juice Sweet and sour. Puckered tongues and stained fingertips. I had a great line here, but I deleted it in revision. I tend to ramble, and I drop in images from things I’ve learned. And I’ve learned a lot. So much crime in the world today. Makes me want to hide under the
1. Flip the Script It had to look real. bruise had to be shaped just so. Lampshade swayed like Newton’s law, equal but opposite. It was the only heavy object within reach. Timed carefully. The neighbors weren’t here. They would see his car in the driveway. The wound would be temporary. Band-Aid. This house, a
1. Mrs. Bumblebee over cinnamon apple tea Technicolor pictures Galore she dreamed of her lover and so much more I was a starving artist oil streaked Carnations, Arms Reach I danced with peasants and ate with Kings the rustle of the quail song pounding against the Riverbed the Opera of the Nightingale to usher in
1. The Monster That Ate Time unfriendly fountain an ugly monster dances whilst watching the time 2. Hello World hello world, what are you doing on my front step guess it’s my turn to shine in the spotlight I don’t think I’m ready yet I still have things to do, here in my castle that
