Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


try painting something in two colors only


the duality of just red and black

red for luck as the chinese sees it
and black for goodness
(remember good guys wear black
as the americans
put it)

but i do not really believe what the chinese
or the american believes it to be
to the French
in Les Miserables

red is the color of despair
and to us
Filipinos, black is the color of mourning
equate it with despair
when idealism dies
when our ancestors pass away
when we do not think of them anymore

black, death and red,
blood,
and

something thicker than water
darkness, and coldness, and being lost because

'you are drunk and you are standing
on the edge of the roof'

Submitted: Tuesday, August 12, 2008

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