Treasure Island

Jordan Legaspi

(24 July 1978 / Davao City, Philippines)

The hole


Audacious and licentious still empty
Strength crept in me but don’t know what to do
Wily and done but there was guilt and agony
Unambiguous and unbound but forbid to go
Manful worth in me slowly no more
Scornful day will pass washed of dry morning dew
Like salt yet again kissed the ruthless shore
Bewildered of, with me what it means to you
Character on display the belts of disgrace
Astonishment now and then all was gone,
Nay tiding loathed and vengeance I guess
Winsome will be I am the lonely man,
Put forth all: for like the sanity I will
Without yearnings all the memories I kill.


(Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines 2005)

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2008

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