ANALOG, Malakas St.

By Emmanuel Hizon


Small joint
Small talk
Cheap beers
Cheap thrills
Pink Floyd
In vinyl
Melancholic
Psychedelic

Debate
Articulate
Drink more
Deliberate
Drink more
Communicate
Intoxicated
Intellectually inebriated.

The children will play
The children will play
Hear their stories, songs and fears.
The children will play
The children will play
of hide and seek games
yet, nobody disappears.


Heavy rain
Big flood
We stay
You stay
You looked
I looked
Our best friend is our peripherals.

Past loves
Oh how they stay
Old school
Will you just go away?
Ancient
Archaic
Previous.
Before.

Do I need to drink in a 'museum' that is so full of you?
Do I need to get drunk with my forgotten self-imaginings of you?
Must I puke on the carcass--of what is left of us?
Must I wake up with a hangover of trying to get over you?

Oh, Analog. Primordials are the most painful of all.

Airport

by Emmanuel Hizon

Road after road of listless sights and fears, will you be here?
Night after night of sleepless hours of darkness,
wondering where you will be
Wondering where I will be.

And everything feels like the same
Nothing new
Except a few

Everything feels like the same
Consistently
Inevitably

Day after day of numb daydreaming, callous wandering
Hour after hour of counting infinity
Where do I begin?

And everything are shades of gray
Not black and white
I feel so gray

Everything is colored drab
No boundaries
Left for me.