Thursday, October 16, 2008

clumsy heart

for a clumsy someone from a clumsier one:

one of my debaters, shrieking (being so consistently gay),
made me read this poem which led to me shrieking as well. it's
one of those weird things when you come across a certain piece of
prose (or poetry in this case) and you feel like a completely
anynomous someone had written something especially for you --
kind of 'killing me softly' na poem version.

fine, i might just be indulging in melodramatic tendencies, but
whatever. i am posting this because i positiviely swooned
over these lines (then hopped around giddily wih philip. haha.)

Love poem

my clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases
who quick touch all glasses chip and ring
whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen
and have no cunning in any soft thing

except ill-at-ease fidgeting people
the refugee uncertain at the door
you make at home; deftly you steady
the drunk clambering on his undulant floor

unpredictable dear, the taxi driver's terror
shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
yet leaping before red aploplectic streetcars
misfit in any space. and never on time

a wrench in clocks and the solar system. only
with words and people and love you move at ease
in traffic of wit expertly manuever
and keep us, all devotion, at your knees

forgetting your coffee spreading at your flannel
your lipstick grinning on your coat
so gayly in love's unbreakable heaven
our souls in glory of spilt bourbon float

be with me, my darling, early and late
smash glasses-
i'll study wry music for your sake
for should your hands drop wry and empty
all the toys in the world would break

... i love you, clumsiness and all. and
although this poem is truer for me than for you,
loving you, i will never be clumsy at ...

3 comments:

michelle said...

wagi ang last paragraph. bow.

lua azul said...

hahaha... report nako kang sir tan ai... aw.

flipt said...

nah-uh! this poem was totally written FOR ME! XP