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Hospital Bench

Poems gush out my fingertipsWritten carefully in bloodTattooed on my skinThe original sinSapphire blueCrimson redFetch me a napkinSharpen the quillPumice the momentsLovely bops of clarity'Cause nothing elsein this damn worldmakes a lick of sense.

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Harmony Palatial

Pink colored chlorophyllSunshine blue markerConcrete easelAnother one Eurydice walkaboutUnder the jazz promenadeBeatrice says helloMeasure for measure A forest lies honestlyMirrors seek wrinklesPresidential silenceElephantine stretch

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Sentimental x Unsentimental

The stars in the skiesDripped into your eyesLike the beautiful onesHold you when you're done. I'm in this for loveNot procreationFallen angels, righteous sinsRaptured in misdirection. Baby it's youIt's always been youFrom the moment I breathedYou in like a fogTrip me in the darkAnd into your arms. And another onePound…

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twenty-four

twenty four hours in a daytwenty four years since riots serenaded the streets of L.A.that powder keg of corruptionsafety of unreality violatedblue and red combinedmade purple, unitedagainst the tyrannyof the 5-0 we lived six hours awayworking class neighborhoodsouthside ModestoI can see your face cringeall the way over herewhen I tell…

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Blinded

If I could, I would give my eyes back to GodReturn to sender, address unknownTo remove from me the grief that comesWith being slightly shadowed in everyday situationsThese pinpricks of space that adjust appropriatelyTo the dark, to the light, unto the breachCan't see the leaf on the wind, watch how…

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Where Do I Belong?

All my life I straight tripped on who I wasWas I Filipino, was I American?For twenty-eight years, I could not assume either role,I was never pigeonholed, but I never belonged. My accent is Nor Cal born & bredMy height is so misledI eat rice with my handsI nosh hamburgers for…

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