kung paano lunasan ang "antok"

gusto kitang gisingin sa huwad mong panaginip
nang makapaglakbay rin ang iyong mga labi
nang walang pagpapanggap

malayo ang nararating ng iyong bulag na mga kamay,
lasing sa kunwari mong paghimbing

hindi ka maliligaw, hindi kita ililigaw
wala akong ipipinid na pinto,
walang silid na hindi mo maaaring pasukin,
walang bintanang hindi mo maaaring dungawan

maari kang ngumiti kapag natagpuan na ng labi mo ang akin,
(nasa tabi mo lang naman ako)

walang bawal sa pag-ibig na gising

Globe

the soft yellow light from the blinds
slices her smooth round belly into latitudes, time zones

she ponders having a map of the western hemisphere
tatooed on her tummy to complete the semblance

she feels the thrill of the metaphor:
her son leaving the warm embrace of her world-womb,
entering the cold and real

then her tummy's skin will shrink,
america meeting europe,
her husband, disgusted

Graveyard

he fusses over the already neatly arranged college books
in his office station, these crowded tombstones,
these memorials to a still fresh and unfinished past

beside, the computer screen and telephone
like harsh, postmodern twin churches

a ghost of a poem lingers in the air, haunts him,
but a long loud beep in his ears
sends the specter gliding away, into thin wisps of smoke

he adjusts his headset and says thank you
to a person at the other side of the world