men’s room reading
as i dreamt of
my dead self lying
on the cold white
porcelain floor
as the water runs
from the open faucet
my faded khaki pants
down below my knees
and cum all over the
pearly white bowl
and the employees
rush on to see
leaving their tables
flooded with phone calls
with the receptionist
almost fainting
our janitor screaming
" dead " in bangla
the bosses sneezing
glued on sales figures
together with the others
I will look at myself
laughing and say,
" what a way to go ! "
then i’ll wash and dry my
hands and drink some water
and walk back to my table
and continue threading
between hard life, sudden
death and lucid dreams
and make damn sure of
feeding the green machine.
-by Anggo Genorga
Anggo Genorga was
born and raised in the Philippines and i'm currently juggling numbers and sales
figures on a telemarketing gig here in Dubai. He has a chap cookin' with Catfish
McDaris & some of his poems were featured in Boston Poetry Magazine, Empty
Mirrors, Mad Swirl, Piggpenn, Silver Birch Press and the recently released
poetry book for benefit Verses Typhoon Yolanda : A Storm Of Filipino Poets from
Meritage Press.
Painting Courtesy: "Muy Fun" by Simón Vázquez
Simón Vázquez (Barcelona, 1979) started in the field of
animation and studied at the School 9zero. But soon he turned to Arts, and studied at Barcelona Llotja. After engaging
in illustration, he led himself to painting and sculpture, and he has been doing exhibitions
for years at the galleries of
Spain and abroad.
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