June 2, 2009 at 5:41 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


out into the night,

into seabreeze, sand,

where grey buildings

stand in a perpetual



of roads rushing

jampacked with traffic


lights and the night

moon sailing silent

as in a vision

growing for

fluorescent compartments

of trains


hurtling home


there is no home

here for this

silent moon


these stray grey



running, running

for their lives. 


– Dominic Alapat


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