JoelJosol Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 (edited) -------- revision ---------------- What if I were thirsty and 7-11 ran out of styro cups? what will hold the overflow of words, stinging to the ears? This is an escalation of the weather's status. In Manila, a government man aimed his thermometer gun To those out in the sun too long. It's laser hit a forehead. But this is not Iran where standing up could fetch a stray bullet from a hostile sky. Get out into this rain, umbrella-less, to be counted as ex-warm bodies under this red-shifting sky. If I were in Boston, I would say, 'The snow has mixed with mud'. --------- original -------------- If I were in Boston, I would say, 'The snow has melted, mixing with mud'. But I am in Manila. What if I were thirsty and there is no oasis nearby? or Seven-Eleven ran out of bottled drinks and styro foam cups? and instead, my morning is filled with an overflowing heap of words, steaming and stinging, to the ears? Could this be an escalation of the weather's status? These days, it is difficult to find a friendly sky. One time I was out in the sun too long, a government agent got suspicious. He pointed his high-tech thermometer gun, laser-enabled, at my forehead. Principle of preemptive strike. But, this is not Iran. I am not supposed to fall and get sick. Travel-restricted, I miss the friendly skies. NOTE: I finally found time to post here. I will catch up with my feedback and comments very soon. Edited July 7, 2009 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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