Butas
ni Camille Domingo
Nakahiga siya sa kama at nakatitig sa kisame. Mahapdi ang kanyang mga matang nanunuyo, at mabigat ang kaniyang mga bisig at hita. Pumipintig ang kaniyang sentido dahil pinigil niya ang sakit na pilit na kumakawala sa kaloob-looban ng kaniyang kaluluwa.
Tanong. Putang ina. Masyadong maraming tanong.
Huminga siya ng malalim at nanginginig na pinakawalan ang hangin mula sa kaniyang dibdib. Naramdaman niya na tila nahirapan siyang gawin ito. Tila bang may butas ang kaniyang dibdib kung saan tumatagas ang hangin na kaniyang inihihinga. Sa pakiwari niya ay hindi lahat ng hangin na hinihila niya patungo sa kaniyang baga
For Serenity
and for those who try to find the answers in between puffs
The smoke dissolves
Into a thin array
Of colors melting and
waiting to be
Analyzed.
then
Realizations
flow
from your eyes
that see
not.
Nothingness was incurred
the moment
that we knew
we were swimming
in the dark waters of uncertainty.
We partook of the murky waters
when we defied the high ones
and took it our way.
Consolation was at hand
when we held each other above reason.
But do you realize that
You have me bound
and scared stiff
of what you might do
or not do
when my soul bleeds out
nothingness into the earth?
Pagpapatikim: Tamis at Pait by lynnmaxwell, literature
Literature
Pagpapatikim: Tamis at Pait
Sa bawat latay at
hinanakit na dala
ng kabiguan na naitatanim
sa diwa't kaluluwa
ay aagos at dadanak
ang dugo
mula sa budhing
tinarakan.
Dugo
na ang produktong ningas
ay higit na mainit at masidhi
kaysa sa gasolinang sinilaban.
Pilit na hahanapin
ang kapalit ng sakit
na tila kalunasan din nito:
ang paghihiganting
hindi matatawaran
na siyang pilit na
ilalatay at ididiin
sa balat at katawan
ng gagantihan.
sisiguraduhing
hinding-hindi malilimot
at paulit-ulit itong madarama
sa katawan
pati na sa kanyang kaluluwa.
Ang dugong kinuha't pinaagos niya
ay ang dugong siyang susunog din sa kanya.
Ang alaala ng nakaraang
pag-ibig
ay parang isang papel na rosas
na dinidiligan ng ulan.
Kumukupas ang
kulay.
Sumasama sa tubig
na humahalik at dumadanti
sa bawat sabong na marahang
tumitiklop at lumulukot
upang pilit na iligtas
ang kulay na
tumutulo, dumadaloy.
Tumatakbo.
Palayo.
Para kay Ate Maral Angel Español.
July 4, 2007
He always walked
With his hands behind his back.
His lips twitch
Whenever the afternoon lights come.
He pats us on the head
Whenever we pass by.
Gives us his blessing
Whenever we chase dragonflies.
He's a master
Of his pots and pans,
Knives and meat
Sugar and salt.
He inflames his insides
With bitter tasting water.
Though clear and treacherous,
It seems to answer his questions.
He fills himself
With endless streams of smoke that sticks to his skin.
It curls up and disappears into oblivion
But tames his tired soul.
The taste of the estopado
His touch and
His scent in the afternoon
Are nailed memoirs.
From now on I shall
There are these moments
equivalent to
The stillness of time
The faintness of sense
The numbness of fault.
There are these times when
You are far apart
from reality,
from the existence
of time running, fleeting.
The truth: to be bound
away in a place
never to be dug
even by hunters.
For your protection
keep moments alive.
Current Residence: in a mine field far far away Favourite style of art: Surrealist Operating System: Windows Personal Quote: It\'s not liberation, it\'s self reconstruction.