audio slave
like a stone
i’ll forget Audioslave
and i’ll go
to where I could be swayed
by the faces of emptiness
a form of resistance [but there was no resistance at all]
as if there were no lost pages
no cobwebs
and no Audioslave
a slave of audio
an audio of a slave to be exact
udyo? Hudyo!
that’s it! pick up the stones and the hudyo will be like a stone
like Audioslave
pick up a stone and stab it
til it bleeds to life
and it will feel it’s human
only that it is half human
the same music
the same audio
the same slave
get another cd
get another stone
get another me
get another you
get another us
yeah, us. you’re a pain in my ass
no us
no ask
you’re still an ass!
chants
your words
raw and alive
i can’t lick them
with my own tongue
let me taste your mouth
to make them all go away
kill them
and forget our death
a dinosaur’s menu
the dinosaur is calling
for a cup of water on a stove
one pack of chicken flavored noodles
bought from the neighbor’s sari-sari store
a hot yellow soup in a cold night
the silver spoon
dancing with the rain
one fresh egg in a bowl of soup
ready to feed the hungry dinosaur
what a dinosaur it is!
wanting for more chicken
more noodles
more eggs
a bowl of chicken flavored noodles with eggs-
that is the favorite menu of sad dinosaurs
and sad people
here in my hot classroom as I began to
think of you, starved.
loose threads
the weave of
these sheets
must be
too solid
too tight
for you to mumble
wanting more air
more space
on this king size bed
where I pretend
to sleep
in a coffin
tightly veiled
to bury a face
claiming spaces
between these linen sheets
mourning
candy wrappers
junk shop
recycled papers
the all-american rejects
a cadbury wrapper
no wonder
i keep you.
