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[Tuesday, March 08, 2005]     

civil liberties

by ric de ungria

here comes the mailman toting the absence
of letters for me. he grins everyday.
he knows i wait for him. i get my mail
weeks after they're supposed to have arrived.
they come in airmail envelopes doubly
creased or mutilated, or crushed and then
smoothed over. there are days they come postmarked
a month ago, or else stamped assidiously
with the clear soles of size 12 shoes.

when we chance upon each other in the hall,
he turns and throws me looks that say, dear
muthafucka: yer nuttin' but third-class
citizen here. move to de end of de line
ya gotta learn to move to de end of de line
and wait. we got us work here to do, boy.
and his leer i return express service:
dear putanginamo rin: you're some thing
i can't do anything about for now.
a drop in the slopbucket still is slop.
soak in it, brother. and hallelujah! love.
and having met eye to eye and understood
each other, we smile—hard—, say
hi's that stab
in the back and stagger to opposite doors.


ah yes, such is gox life.

sige ingat.ΓΌ
 
comments:

arun, ricardo de ungria wrote civil liberties...it's from his book, decimal places
posted by Anonymous Anonymous at 10:51 AM
 
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