back.

"the decay of love,
the love of decay,
the city is her,
she is the city,
again we meet,
must we meet again"
i am blind so clearly
my sleepless eyes see more
quite possibly
too much..too many cigarettes

where are you as you grow old
will i be left tired of your clammy hands
as lifeless all it seems
restlessness; so comforting
it soothes better than what i ate

such it is to be lost not ever finding you

you lied
and lied to your chair to take a nap.
but here we both awake (a slight return)
drinking with hymns
and perceive true redemption in pestilence

hapiness so sad; sadness in hapiness
it makes you wimper
like the memory of toys in childhood

dissapearance and prescence
both are friends
orchestrated in a symphony
of sighs,
both right and wrong
regurgitating
all at the same song.

"the decay of love,
the love of decay,
the city is her,
she is the city,
again we meet,
must we meet again"
let me love her for a while
and then maybe forever..

it makes me love math thinking
the impermanence of existence
is but a void left known
only for the lost
and the ones losing control

waste (waist) = land
hate = love
human = you
hope.
my favorite hangover.

(originally written as "manila" 02/06/06; in loving memory of the victims
of the ultra colliseum stampede. this is also a tribute to the beautiful people
of #45 maningning.)