Going By

December 19, 2011 at 8:22 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

the look of things

daylight’s lazy

sprawl

its warm embrace

I think I’ll be air

for life

sun lover

carrier of moondreams

starwalks in the gardenrivers

full of flowerbirds

where I am

the butterfly’s escape

between

my own fingers.

 

– Dominic Alapat

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The Rush

December 3, 2011 at 6:10 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

will string

these beads of thought.

In the day’s shops

you have hair and meat

that people watch, mad.

Long lines of buses wait

in the sun

while the buildings run

out of colour

out of faces

in the streets

where the noise

refuses to budge

from the fire

where it is howling.

 

– Dominic Alapat

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