Chronicles of Days Gone Bye-Bye

R-r-r-r-r-ing its 7:00 A.M. Monday.

Its raining cats and dogs outside.

Mr. Mr is traversing through the rocky roads of space.

Looking for the hideous face of time.

The shower runs hot and cold.

The drops of clear water touch the skin

gently, dripping slowly

feeling its very being.

The towel wraps itself around the naked body.

An erratic mix of emotions trembles between the towel’s fine hairs.

The screams of the hot air rustling from the hair-dryer

caresses the jet black hair.

It puts on its Barong Tagalog and looks into the mirror.

Its shapeless body tapered by the Barong.

Walking in the lightness of gravity.

Traversing endlessly to The Work.

The shapeless bodies with Barongs

sit on wood shaped into a thing called a chair

by the shadow lurking within the shapeless beings.

Things called eyes stare aimlessly

through the thing called sky named Manila.

The endless carousel at the end of the day.

The museum of the first kiss, the first love,

mother’s embrace, father’s firmness, grandfather’s farm.

Locked in a box somewhere in the shapelessness of time.

Traversing endlessly looking for the hideous face of time.