eleventeen shots

sunsets align themselves through the trees
as you lay far away, weaving your dreams
across the patio of my recollection,

and while i watch the dust settle
on the streets that no one listens to,
i wonder about how it all was.

i think about the tears and the moonlight
on the crumbling admin building.

the silent prayers awaiting dusk
under the batibot.

the all knowing acacia whispering
the secrets that countless have shared
under its branches.

i remember the charcoal vendors
near the jeepney stop across sanjercasvil,
and their stony stares as you screamed
at my childishness in frustration.

the hot sauce tripping
on valentine's day at jca,
and the poem you let noone read.

sky rockets in flight..

serving two masters,
talking on the phone
and reading an essay

dunkin, movie marathon...

"here and there, old things
want to remind me of their existence,"

the night is waiting to claim me
in its utter stillness and melancholy.

and yet you refuse to leave and let me be...

tonight will be no different from any other.
i will be lost like so many others are lost
everyday.

"in the deepening shadows"

i will move like air,

"in between bridges on the highway"

and i will pretend not to hear.

"every pavement stone
echoing the music of your step."

eleventeen shots of tequila,
vodka
mule
southern comfort
baileys

this is therapy.

ndg.09.11.2002