Nick Carbo Poems
|2.||Little Brown Brother||1/13/2003|
|3.||The Filipino Politician||1/1/2004|
|7.||Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar||1/1/2004|
|8.||Typhoon Signal No. 1||1/1/2004|
|10.||Ay, Que Dolo!||1/1/2004|
|11.||Ang Tunay Na Lalaki (The Real Man) Is Baffled By Cryptic Messages||1/1/2004|
|12.||Ang Tunay Na Lalaki (The Real Man) Stalks In The Streets Of New York||1/1/2004|
|13.||When The Grain Is Golden And The Wind Is Chilly Then It Is Time To Harvest||1/1/2004|
“I like dappled hats,” she said
as she lit the incendiary device.
He enjoyed her wet diphthongs
on her nape, his frequency
modulator, his frenulum.
“You must warn me,” she said
as she manipulated the milibars.
He was engulfed by the heat
of her cardamom mouth, her amplitude,
her guttural declensions.