hours, days

there're these long lost bars

na hindi ko naman sinasabing

hindi ko na masasabi, pero

bakit may pinipili lang ako

sa katamaran at pag-iisip,

sa pagtulog at pag-idlip,

na sometimes, inaabot pa ako

nang lima o apat na oras,

which are weirdly distributed

but really mess up with

how i swim in my hours, days.

mamaya-maya lang, saturday

na naman, wala na naman

akong napala. ano pa rin pala

ang mapapala ko kung palarin

ako ng hours, days, which are

repetitions of repetitions, like

how i always recognize art

as rejumbled pieces of nature

and plastic, just getting more

and more malabo miserably

with every iteration. i am

never content with my own

creations.

despite all that, i try not

to wait so much dahil mahirap

maghanap ng nawawalang

puzzle piece, at kahit pa na

in the first place, that is all

what we have ever done

for hours, days.