The Morning After

I frequent the streets that lead up to the square
where a motley of men congregate
to speak their minds
but never their hearts.


Here is where it began
Climb up, climb up!
The rusty steps of the fire escape ladder
(Ten thousand)
A twist and a turn
(Nine thousand and ninety-nine)
A flurry of plumeria leaves and tobacco
(Nine thousand and ninety-eight)
A tentative smile
(Get a grip)
Milk on your shirt
(Before you slip)
Stains on our sleeves
(Nine thousand and ninety-seven)
The park and everything in between
(Nine thousand and ninety-six)
The parts of our skin we should never have seen
(Nine thousand and ninety-five)
I'd rather


dangle my two feet over the tarmac
than deal with the weight of the morning after.

Philosophical Mathematics (An Interpretation)

 

Drew the last Venn Diagram to explain something to a friend, which lead to a series of other pointless mathematical diagrams. I clearly have too much time on my hands. Selamat Hari Raya, everybody!

An Unlikely Prayer

I wish for my actions to be independent of irrational thought, yet dependent on a limitless capacity for compassion.

Please let me accept wholeheartedly the prospect of being wrong despite this burgeoning itch to always be right.

Grant me enough prudence to know when to think, when to decide, and when to stop.

Things I Encountered on a Highway at 3AM (Both Literally and Figuratively)

A swarm of insects
Although we differ greatly in size, humans and insects share one common ground--there is a predictive quality in our behavior patterns.

Ants learn by interaction; though their interactions are not quite as emotionally agonizing as the ones we are forced to endure.

Moths are attracted to light, just as we are drawn to enlightenment. In both cases, the end result is disorientation. In both cases, the desire for light is self-destructive.

A honey bee's stinger is its one and only mode of defense. Once it stings its victim, the bee's stinger is detached from its body and it will subsequently face death. Mankind's fate is doubly tragic-- our stings leave us not dead, but with a hollowness that derogates our will to live.

An eery mist
A fog covers the field where you sit cross-legged with a sickle and tobacco stained teeth. Hacked weeds and headless rodents surround your dreary patch of land. There is no way for me to convince you to leave your Godless shrine, so I choose to rescue the parts of my body that did not get lost in the grey.

Crows
A single crow is an omen. A murder of crows is an ending.

Sailors.

Some people live in split second transitions of daydreams.

Sailing steadfast on their mighty caravels.

Tying themselves tightly to the masts, hoping that monsoon winds will carry their cargo loaded vessels away from leaden waters; towards coasts where sunlight embellishes the shoreline with opulent hues of gold and ivory.

The hulls of their ships gleam like elephant tusks, spearheading the drifter's pursuit for soil and sand.

Uh Huh Honey.

 

Bigger

For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all

I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice

Underwater, stove-top, blue flame scientist come out with your scales up
get baptized in the ocean of the hungry
(Humdi luli lalilulo, Humdi lulilalilu)
My niggas turn in to gods,
walls come tumblin'

Original rude boy, never am I coy
You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods, like madeline woods