A deep breath in between yawns
 drenched my eyes to the sea of surroundings.
 Spawning colors and shapes

 as my iris scanned the edges.
 The brute of flesh in drooping
 grip of stray potency augmented,

 as if to dip its arid lips
 to the constant spray of nourished
 breaths as Woman-Flesh was gliding.

 Though her body rhymed with the voices,
 with norms of fashion and grace;
 passion tarried to the spectral.

 When her breast longed to press
 with another, one similar to her own,
 as two Woman-Flesh commingle. 
 
 

FOR YOUR PERUSAL

  At night, when the stars are smothered
  By rudiments of dark. And the moon is
  Embraced by the despondency of light.

  There is a blunder cowering from 
  The gaze of the heedless. For while
  The mechanical mold of magnanimity

  Is squelching its buccal with bounty
  And carouse: A living flesh with hoary
  Keratin crawls the streets for its dregs.

  And while its sound, a blatherskite
  And its operator, a lackey--drone
  The need of this flesh to divest

  Itself of hunger and so receive no
  Adulation but protests--far from
  The programmed gape. Fagots are

  Stacked before the impatient stake
  That has no plans of waiting for
  The sun's flame to broil the voice.

Jason was Associate Editor of The Advocate and a recipient of the grand prize of Transition Literary Contest in English. He writes  a column for Pinoy Central Magasin.

His publication credits include, The Philippines Free Press, Philippine Star, Pilosopong Tasyo Magazine, The Daily Tribune, Poetry Web Review, Kota Press Poetry Journal, Little Brown Poetry, Esoteric Webzine, Wired Hearts, Stagger, Pen Pushers, Cader, Nuvein Magazine, Sparrowgrass Forum and JMW Poetry Anthology.

When not writing, Jason  plays lead guitar for a metal band while deriving inspiration from Antonio Vivaldi in secret.
 

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