simon b

the mean machine

roars and thunders

thumps its chest

and longs for shudders

the deafening yawn

of everyone

put the monster

back to square one

he maybe wrinkly like gandhi

or worse, an aspiring ted bundy

but then again he could be a saint

a romantic or charmingly quaint

burger with a puzzler

and a beer guzzler...

could be harmful,

fatal or chockful

of fun and baring

would you be daring?

star margarine at asukal

pinahid sa hot pandesal

ang ganda nyang bumubukal

tinapatan ng kawalang asal

pagtanging inalay

inalipusta't hinalay

if a full moon shows itself in the next few days...

i may muster enough courage to show myself.

would you exchange burger and coke for sisig and beer?

fish fillet sandwhich and coffee (refill 3x)

sorry, its the second one, dear...

he doesnt want to approach the smiling pretty woman.

he is...

1. gay

2. married but faithful(read: takusa)

3.

cdks

i see you still take a peek from time to time...

i wish you write sometimes

your thoughts give a natural high

much like the mushrooms in tanay [no it is not. i just ran out of rhyme...]

missing you terribly...

ang saplot ni iya

saksakan ng liit

pagyuko't pagtuwad

naghe-hello ang langit

para sa may itsurang ale na palengkera numero uno...

magtutbras ka irog

magmumog ng bibig

sa sangsang ng salita

pagtangi'y nakakabig

maghihintay ka ba

sa baitang ng hagdanan

sa kanyang pagdating

na may kalaunan

baka walang dala

na pag-asang inaantay

kundi panis na pansit

at saklap ng buhay

nagbabadyang pamamaalam

sa pinakaaasam-asam

pagpatak ng ulan

lilisang luhaan...

sa dibdib mong mayaman

di ako makahinga

napupugto na ang buhay

di ko pa alintana

one man's fu*k-of-the-century

is another's snack fu*k

back from the pits

greeted by a pleasant surprise...

is that a sign of shifting gears?

shambolic state of mind...

contemplating on going tulfonic

reposting a longing....

marinate me in your balsamic embrace

nilista mo ba sa hangin

ang aking hangarin?

ang akin bang pangako

ay ipinako?

ang naliligaw na alaala

ginapos ng tanikala...

simula nang matanaw

ang pusod mong may hikaw

umukit sa alaala

naiwan sa balintataw

two hour threadmill? no way...

the toxic fumes of qcc is a better option for me

i prefer to see the sky (and the girls)

though my lungs may give way

and i expire

rather than be tortured

and executed by boredom

paalam muna... sinta

di naman madrama

talaga lang di ko kaya

nung una'y sundot

tumagal ay kurot

lately naging kirot

tatabi lang naman ako

at di magpapakita

di ko rin naman matitiis

na di ka makita

errr...i'll check with fairy godmother...assuming she's still around

if the curse is already gone

meanwhile have tea and biscuit

and dont wander too far in the east garden...

champorado breakfast turned quicksand trap

heard mostly boos...was that a single, sad clap?

i can only dance for a night

cant even stay after midnight

kape

beer

people watching

dont bite the apple, eve

it might look interesting

and irresistibly intriguing

some poison tastes sweet

so reign in the curiousity

if you care to listen

hear the whisper of reason

and the glare of practicality