I miss spontaneous word combustions. For so long now, I haven’t been through such word overflows again. Maybe it is because I prefer blogging about anything than actually composing poems.
To give you a picture of what I am trying to say, I’d like to tell you a story about me and my brother. My bro is Jay-Lo! Sexy huh? Haha! Well, he’s a visual artist, and a good one at that. He graduated cum laude from one of the prestigious universities frequently bothered by flash floods during rainy days, be it a drizzle or storm. Anyway, there was this night when I got home drunk. Well, not really irritatingly drunk, just giddy. And I’m not sure if I’m making up this now just to save ass. Going back, there I was, walking in the kitchen and he was seated by the dining table. He was sketching, not a doodle but something which would really grab your attention. It got me and I fell into the trap. Poor Jay-Lo. He trapped me while I was tipsy. With the freedom of speech I got from the alcohol kick, I started scrutinizing the artwork. “What’s that? Is that a unicorn or a Pegasus? I think something’s wrong with it.” My brother tried to defend his masterpiece through exchange of words and intellect. But I guess nobody wins over a drunken dude.
I went back to my room and literally put myself flat on bed. There are glow-in-the dark stars on our ceiling and when you’re under alcohol’s spell, you could not escape the hallucination. That was when I felt the flight of ideas in my head. I turned on the light, grabbed a pen, and wrote.
Then I fell asleep.
I woke up with the paper beside me. I went downstairs and look for my brother’s sketch. To my surprise, it’s what I had in mind the night before, while I was writing the poem. From a black-and-white pencil sketch, Jay-Lo turned his art into something surreal. The idea is genius. The play of colors is marvelous. Mahusay!
To give you a picture of what I am trying to say, I’d like to tell you a story about me and my brother. My bro is Jay-Lo! Sexy huh? Haha! Well, he’s a visual artist, and a good one at that. He graduated cum laude from one of the prestigious universities frequently bothered by flash floods during rainy days, be it a drizzle or storm. Anyway, there was this night when I got home drunk. Well, not really irritatingly drunk, just giddy. And I’m not sure if I’m making up this now just to save ass. Going back, there I was, walking in the kitchen and he was seated by the dining table. He was sketching, not a doodle but something which would really grab your attention. It got me and I fell into the trap. Poor Jay-Lo. He trapped me while I was tipsy. With the freedom of speech I got from the alcohol kick, I started scrutinizing the artwork. “What’s that? Is that a unicorn or a Pegasus? I think something’s wrong with it.” My brother tried to defend his masterpiece through exchange of words and intellect. But I guess nobody wins over a drunken dude.
I went back to my room and literally put myself flat on bed. There are glow-in-the dark stars on our ceiling and when you’re under alcohol’s spell, you could not escape the hallucination. That was when I felt the flight of ideas in my head. I turned on the light, grabbed a pen, and wrote.
Then I fell asleep.
I woke up with the paper beside me. I went downstairs and look for my brother’s sketch. To my surprise, it’s what I had in mind the night before, while I was writing the poem. From a black-and-white pencil sketch, Jay-Lo turned his art into something surreal. The idea is genius. The play of colors is marvelous. Mahusay!
Lying half-asleep, half-awake
On the lassitude of my mattress
Lunar light peeping through
The slits of the blinds
Penetrating the pores of my skin
Creeping through my spine and nerves
Numbing my senses
Lids collapsing like avalanche in replay
Slowly, I am placed under
Sleep’s spell
On evenings such as this, I can see
the luminous white unicorn grazing
beneath our sampaloc tree
tiny fairies chasing one another
while scattering powder of silver and gold
the ceiling adorned with vivid images
of the planets and constellations
By the fish pond I see the mermaid
Chanting lullabies to the drowsyY
oung dragon beside her
The leprechaun snoring
Under the rainbow on my roof.
Then I see myself sitting
Not awake nor asleep
On the same weary mattress
Beamed by the same white light
From the slits of the blinds
Painting this dream.
- for my brother
(Nov. 13, 2006 - 9:20 am)
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