I was clobbered to near-death, yet lived to tell the tale. Or so I look like.
Sore eyes, it’s the worst of all illnesses. It’s filthy, irritating, and painful as hell. It is embarrassing, which makes it all the more discomforting. Medical scientists should really do something about this. This is a sickness that should’ve already been controlled ages ago, fuck AIDS. See, it also accounts for incoherence. And poetic surge, too. I wrote this poem, summer 2002.
piskat!
mura ka’g sabog
nasudlan ug dautang espiritu
naenkantuhan
vampire
na-knock-out ni Pacquiaomaayo pa unta
kahadlukan
gamhanankaysa’s gilikayan
gikahadlukan
nga katol
nagsakit
nagnana
ang mga mata(nga puno’g muta)
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