simon b

happily silly and sappy...

ang bikini nyang di buhol

kulay itim at asul

di ko na tinanggal

di na nya mahubad

nagsalang ng cd

saka pinatugtog

nagsuot ng cd

saka ipinasok

globe

sucks to the max

i need your dressing to my salad

and your honey to my coffee

you nourish me

when i eat you

eating your vomit now, genius?

"...i beg your pardon

i never promised you a rose garden..."

ang nais mo'y

totoong bulaklak

ang kaya ko lang

rosas na bitmap

reeling from a salty assault of the kaldereta

she took refuge in the fragrant and white jazmine rice

nagtututong na kaligayahan sa maalinsangang gabi

panaginip na maaliwalas...mga halik na hinabi

sa balintataw

at guni-guni

araw-araw

gabi gabi

rocketing skyward to assholic stardom, master z!

chaborable

insanely delicious to eat...and yet its not in the food category

ang bayag kong nagungulila

sa haplos ng 'yong dila

hanggang kailan magtitiis

sa kanyang pangangamatis?

fishball is small

chicken ball is bigger with shades of brown

squid ball, though same-sized is whiter than chicken ball

a little bit of rain and balls hunting

a pretty girl dipping in the doubtful but insanely rich and tasteful sauce...

sweet sago and sweet smile

life is good...

is that a sunblock or a sandwhich spread?

you punish me with sweet delightful torture

more please....

ang pusong naninimdim

sa gabing madilim

walang ligayang malasap

sa ulam na di masarap

of insecure power hungry men...

stewing in their own lard of arrogance and conceit

yet spewing bubbles of mock defiance

masking the unmistakable face of defeat

and their hoarse rant of others

and croaking rave of their imagined power and fame

go on and on...

mad...sad

patalikod ang hiling nya

sa dulo ng lamesa

buti na lang nag red bull

at kahit na buhul buhol

ang paghinga

sa kakatirada

di naman nangangayaw

bagkus naghuhumindig

at matatag ang tindig

ni pare...

oh mare

nami miss ko

ang bewang mong

sinasawsaw sa kape

pinampupulutan sa beer

at binabaon sa pag-uwi

ang huling hapunan ng ating pagsasama

maasim na gunita

at mapait na alaala

lilisan ako

at maghahanap

di ko alintana

kahit magdamag

ng almusal

na mainit

at pagkasarap-sarap

sa duyan ng alaala

iuugoy kita

sa lusak ng pangungulila

kapiling äng 'yong gunita

iho, you will not get the gawad haydee yorac award for being a pseudo master.

not even a play-doh monument.

master

easily acquired title nowadays. all you have to do is frequent a spa

the ideal man does not exists...

maybe in another time,

in another place

where we are both unbound

by circumstances

i will have the courage to see you...