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1. Colour the world

Highly regarded but only to us
A musical catalogue that stretched decades 
The warbles of his voice remain
On cassette tapes and magnetic reels 
The familiar chords 
The only ones 
he could play 
On the family piano
Those moderate chords
The four-four beat 
Minor keys, step down
Stabbing the chambers
Of my diseased heart
As I listen to the flute kick in 
means more To me now
in my poetical persona 
Because I played the flute
In middle school band 
The breath control 
To keep the beat 
Looking for signs
In between the notes
Listening to the questions I can't ask 
Seeking honest answers 
In every measure.

2. GLORY DAYS

What are these glory days
Of which they speak
Are they 
In the room
With us
Blink once
For yes
Blink Twice
For no 
Let me know
When the glory days
Return like jesus
From the sky
That Remedios ascends
Purely out of spite
Make me your
Suicide blonde
Let me call you
My Maker, Oh Maker 
Ice cold rosary 
Slithers down my skin
Into the muted darkness
Glory Days is not available
Please leave your message
At the sound 
Of the beep.

3. Parameters

There are none
They march
Two by two
Left – right – left 
Pock-marked wall 
Tin roof rusted 
Broken arrows 
Plastic milk jugs 
Cascading water
Lush blue sky
Fountain pen survives
A blatant cry
From down below
And somewhere to the right
You think you heard a truth
You heard a drip 
Buried deep 
In a balikbayan box 
I would give the Truth to you 
If I had it
Til the soles of my feet 
Bled Purple
The manuscript 
Lined up nicely
Unearthing 
Yet another puzzle.
As I hang up
My weapon of choice

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