The November rain greeted Lucia Stella P. Khan last Tuesday afternoon.
Meanwhile, my sister was defintely having November pains but this was definitely our sweet November gain. Welcome to the world, Lucy!

O deadly temptress from a lit cig,
must you be this serpentine
from my forbidden apple tree?
must you persistently entice me
with your endless nudges
that make me catch a whiff
and painfully loving every sniff?
as sexy as your dance may seem
you have to swirl your seducing air to somebody else..
as ghostly as you can get
i need you to haunt other people
for at least 6 more months.
now, be gone, my sweet tormentor!
be gone!

I don't want to reach the ebb of my sexual tide
I just want to be this tigress ready to pounce
whether I'm with child or going into second childhood
but I'm not even halfway up my first trime
and I already feel dry, uncomfortable and ugly
where's my inner vamp?
I hope we get reacquainted
some time before I turn into a cow.
 

twisted and entangled
as their flesh are silky with sweat and other secretions
like satin ribbons that are slowly tied
only to end up in a lotus position
cries of love that creep out their throats
emulate that of 2 cobra lovers locked in a sex dance
where moans and groans rise high
and blend together in some tantric chant

this wandering troubadour
is still searching for her ultimate high
like a silver line of smoke
oozing from this lit stick of winston reds
she goes wherever the wind takes her
and right now,
she was blown right into absolute darkness...

it's because of you that I got the shakes
I always have the rhythm, baby
thank you for your music
you may be a legend
a music prodigy
or even the smooth criminal
but now you're just peter pan
and i hope you fly me off to neverland some day.
long live the king.

She's drunk with words
and reeks with all kinds of smoke.
She's done being a corporate zombie
and chose to break concretes instead.
She's living in her dreams
and settled in living apart from the materialistic world.
Meet the molder of young minds.
Meet the new Teacher Dez.

She's got all the flavors going on that never stops tickling our taste buds.
There's even an element of firmness and tenderness in every bite.
Plus, my favorite quality in her is her nuttiness.
What more could a kid ask from a parent?
She's the mom, the dad and the friend. Happy Mother's Day, Inang
 

Been frolicking in this field of gold
and I've never felt happier or more satisfied in my life
It must be with all this time off
or it could just be the Sagada burns
either way, I'm in heaven.
 

the darkness is her new home
there's satisfaction in a hermit's life
that she longs for
and in her solace, she is reborn
 

gloom is looming over me
but the light from my eyes
makes everything brighter
i will step up.
 

the ring of fire is closing in on me
seems as if the solar system is cozying up on me shoulders
and the bickering and nagging left and right is most defintely deafening
but i say, fuck it.
i'm still enjoying the heat.

i'm trying to shake off this disease that i have
an epidemic that seems to have been with me for a lifetime
the everyday-weekend syndrome is getting worse
this laziness of mine is incurable
i probably need an exorcist this time
for sloth has eaten the life of me

lose the shades
lose the mask
look straight into my eye
you'll find someone feeling low, vulnerable and rotten
the fool on April Fools
that's me.
straight up, fucked up me.

she got laid off
that lil red riding whore
so now, there's nothing better to do
but to wait for her next lay
 

Sweating profusely while getting some flesh on flesh action
That's my kind of shindig
So pump up the volume
bring out your dancing shoes
and dance with me.
It's about time we celebrate life.

can't be tied, can't be  tamed, can't be put on a leash
and when it happens
we dry up like a prune or burst in a million pieces
but i ask myself, why am i doing what i'm doing?
will i just let the wind blow me in scattered directions again
or do i let myself be anchored for a while?