Submissions by absinthe (Fats)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I breed pigs, ducks and chickens on a small forest home farm on Bohol Island.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2016 1:40pm
24th Sep 2016 1:40pm
I am a Bird of Prey
910 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2016 4:23pm
22nd Sep 2016 4:23pm
Experiment: Blue is the Colour of My True Love's Face
853 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2016 1:13pm
22nd Sep 2016 1:13pm
Skype: Blue is the colour of my true love's face
love's faceolour of
my true love's face
my true love's faceove's
of
my
true
love's faces the colour of my love
is
the colour of my true
is the colour of
my true
love's face the colour
of
my
true
love's face
1 faceove's
2 faceove's
3 facey
true is the colour
of
my
love
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my true love's face
my true love's faceove's
of
my
true
love's faces the colour of my love
is
the colour of my true
is the colour of
my true
love's face the colour
of
my
true
love's face
1 faceove's
2 faceove's
3 facey
true is the colour
of
my
love
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688 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2016 8:56am
19th Sep 2016 8:56am
Pigamy
It is humorous now I see if I had brought down that wiring
That extension cord for the lighting in the pig pen and hung
Myself with it then the pigs would've objected the shipping
Of my corpse to Manila, because the pigs know they want
The way things are, every morning with the bucket carried
Not kicked, full, not empty, my head attached to my body
And my voice a sonorous call to breakfast as the pigs bid
With a squeal and a knorr for food and drink and a booty
Of apples and castanels and water spinach and avocados
And coconuts, the occasional...
That extension cord for the lighting in the pig pen and hung
Myself with it then the pigs would've objected the shipping
Of my corpse to Manila, because the pigs know they want
The way things are, every morning with the bucket carried
Not kicked, full, not empty, my head attached to my body
And my voice a sonorous call to breakfast as the pigs bid
With a squeal and a knorr for food and drink and a booty
Of apples and castanels and water spinach and avocados
And coconuts, the occasional...
684 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2016 5:09pm
15th Sep 2016 5:09pm
Four Soldiers Attempting to Coordinate their Movements so as not to Disturb the General Shagging a Goat
Four Soldiers Attempting to Coordinate their Movements so as not to Disturb the General Shagging a Goat
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
673 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2016 3:10am
15th Sep 2016 3:10am
Artist's Rendition of Smoke Coming Out of White Man's Nose After Being Called A Blubber by Russian Frog
Artist's Rendition of Smoke Coming Out of White Man's Nose After Being Called A Blubber by Russian Frog
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
1108 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2016 3:08am
15th Sep 2016 3:08am
Eviction Notice Written on a Scroll Sold as Art Because it was Hung Upside Down
Eviction Notice Written on a Scroll Sold as Art Because it was Hung Upside Down
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
May 2014 / September 2016 (Ink on Japanese paper, 24" x 36")
679 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2016 4:27pm
11th Aug 2016 4:27pm
Alikabok
Minsan dumadaloy ang liwanag sa mga lumang kagamitang tambak sa ilalim ng maraming nakaraang taon. Dito maaninag ang mga kulay na namutla na sa makapal na balat ng alikabok. Pero walang liwanag sa ngayon, alas-nueve ng gabi.
Dala ng habagat ang tugtuging sasapit ang pista ng San Roque sa susunod na mga araw, ang boses mula sa mikropono, hudyat ng eleksyon ng bagong hermano at hermana. Patuloy ang pagka-tigulang ng lupa at ng pananampalataya.
Sa gayon, hindi ako nagbakasakaling ilapat ang mga daliri sa pulsong ubos sa kaliwang hinlalaki. Binilang ko ang tibok ng mga taon sa...
Dala ng habagat ang tugtuging sasapit ang pista ng San Roque sa susunod na mga araw, ang boses mula sa mikropono, hudyat ng eleksyon ng bagong hermano at hermana. Patuloy ang pagka-tigulang ng lupa at ng pananampalataya.
Sa gayon, hindi ako nagbakasakaling ilapat ang mga daliri sa pulsong ubos sa kaliwang hinlalaki. Binilang ko ang tibok ng mga taon sa...
1035 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 7:26pm
28th Jun 2016 7:26pm
Hitman
The winter breeze numbed his hunger but not the bullets
That lined the pocket hidden deep on his side all metal
Bearing bombs cradled in a peaceful slumber like pullets
Waiting for the egg to fall the cock to call the cum cumall
The opportunity to hatch !bam! in the head of the quarry
And to flee with empty pockets but a bird in the hand
That's worth two corpses in the neon bush they queerily
Dance on and drink on as if the music don't die, the band
Played in the evening news and the next morning papers
First the dance, second the wake and third the...
That lined the pocket hidden deep on his side all metal
Bearing bombs cradled in a peaceful slumber like pullets
Waiting for the egg to fall the cock to call the cum cumall
The opportunity to hatch !bam! in the head of the quarry
And to flee with empty pockets but a bird in the hand
That's worth two corpses in the neon bush they queerily
Dance on and drink on as if the music don't die, the band
Played in the evening news and the next morning papers
First the dance, second the wake and third the...
769 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 10:35am
27th Jun 2016 10:35am
Message Hurriedly Left by American Tourist Drinking Black Coffee in Hotel 69 Years After the Bombing of Manila
Message Hurriedly Left by American Tourist Drinking Black Coffee in Hotel 69 Years After the Bombing of Manila
810 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 10:31am
27th Jun 2016 10:31am
Cri de Cœur Written With Brush Held With Front Teeth by Restrained American Tourist
Cri de Cœur Written With Brush Held With Front Teeth by Restrained American Tourist Saying "No" to Three She-Males in a Brothel Owned by Unsuspecting China Man
734 reads
2 Comments
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