January 2010
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An Equation of LPS
You know how sometimes you can’t get a melody out of your head? these lines have been stuck in my head for some time, so that would be… LPS (Last Poem Syndrome)?
Part of me feels that excerpts like this shouldn’t be so rudely ripped out of context, but a greater part needs to put all the pieces I’m juggling in my head together… for some inexplicable reason.
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Voyagers on Recto Ave
It takes a daring voyager to occupy that island there. Grass that mats the strip of dirt seems to sulk its roots on earth. But three brown girls sprawl as though the island were a luxury rug endorsed by Good Housekeeping in Life (non-allergenic oh soft like dawn). For sure, blades of grass will cut less keenly than a bed of nails. These girls don’t care, at any rate - somewhere the pushcart...
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“because that is the nature of love, because one walks alone
through the ruins...”
– Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
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Las Ruinas del Corazon
Juana the Mad married the handsomest man in Spain and that was the end of it, because when you marry a man more beautiful than you, they say you pretty much lost control of the situation. Did she ever listen? No. When he was away annexing more kingdoms, she had horrible dreams of him being cut and blown away, or spread on the rack, ...
