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marcial tayag caniones
marcial tayag caniones The air is getting colder
My nose every dawn
Gets stiff
So as my shaft

My pillow
The funnel of dreams
Rests my anticipating head
---To rise or not?

The pail awaits
Frreezing splashes
Series of numbing shivers Urine gives off mist
Touching smooth tiles

Dikisturayt en a wan ors ofen sley, hey!!!

It is near
Days from now
Every year
It comes back

As tradition
Remembrance
Of a birth
Of the Great

Remembering
Those who have none
Pity
From those who have

Kindness
Temporary
Delusion
A Prophet
Hated, praised, despised, crucified, glorified
Crazy

Sop as d bois op an hangel... o haway... o haway... prom daay baw... aaa... nting...

Smiles
Laughter
Reunions
Coke

Twinkle
Tickle
Children
Exchanging

Nilaga
Suman
Leche flan
Ham
Lamunan

We anticipate
Participate
Tears often fall
This season

Cold
Damp

It is near
Every year
The cycle
Lives


[About the author. Marcial Tayag Caniones, a Political Science graduate, is assistant manager at the Community Extension Services Office of Clark Development Corporation. He was born on the 10th of July, 42 years ago, became vegetarian 18 years ago, started serious reading 10 years ago, and began writing three years ago. He admits to being ugly but claims to ooze with sex appeal.]

-Posted: 1:02 AM 11/9/09 | More of this author on eK!
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