23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Troy Cabida

He had the tropical soul, grinning in
pineapple yellow, tangerine orange, rambutan red,
coloured by the mercy of the sun.

He had the brain of the misunderstood,
things that rarely came from eating a fresh fork’a melon.
To him, that used to be the rest of his life.

April 14th, 2008
Ran across a muddy field in the rain. Bad day to leave the asthma pump.
Smiled a smile that had showed no teeth,
‘cause his Mama told him to be nice.

Croydon. Talk about your gun crime capital.

Don’t take off the tie for another six months.
Before taking his first ever roadtrip
to Purgatory.

Luminous yellow, bright orange, radiant red,
Chelsea Bridge it was called.
And he thought to himself

Smiling a smile with teeth
I’m home again.

Segway, Sideway
Puro nalang segway,
parati nalang sideways,
mga para-paraang nakakalito.
Papaano ba napunta dito?

Kung pwede lang sana,
simple lang naman ang problema
pero bakit ba laging nauuwi
sa iyakan at sa pusong sawi?

Puro nalang segway,
parati nalang sideways,
mga para-paraang nakakalito.
Papaano ba napunta dito?

Pero parang mas masarap nalang
sumigaw, manuntok at lumapang
ng kahit ano, mawala lang itong
sakit sa ulong kanina pa pagulong-gulong.

Puro nalang segway,
parati nalang sideways,
mga para-paraang nakakalito.
Papaano ba napunta dito?

Long Distance (Laylo)
Here I am,
with all of the baggage on both hands,
watch me drop them down the cliff
one
by
one,
because even though I’m still
loving you so, I still
have to keep some of that love for me.

Time for introspection, in a land
where it’s become so needed, but so
neglected. I hope you understand.

No, I’m not saying goodbye, but perhaps
it’s your turn to do the reaching out this time.
Turns out being strong for two really is hard for one.

© Troy Cabida