A. G. Bawang


A. G. Bawang Poems

1. Deja Vu 6/22/2008
2. Requisites 6/22/2008
3. Existential 6/22/2008
4. Pascalism 6/22/2008
5. Afternoon Spat 6/25/2008
6. Insomnia 6/25/2008
7. Of Exits And Entrances 6/25/2008
8. Non-Iambic 6/29/2008
9. My Name 6/29/2008
10. Writing Down The Marrows 7/1/2008
11. Tuesday Morning 7/1/2008
12. This Old Guitar 7/1/2008
13. Remembering 7/4/2008
14. Thanks Margaret! 7/4/2008
15. Record Me Under T 7/4/2008
16. Pink 7/6/2008
17. Before The Bell 7/11/2008
18. Poundings 7/14/2008
19. Rookie Chatter 7/14/2008
20. Two Mothers 7/20/2008
21. Calendar Night 8/5/2008
22. Madonna/Whore 8/6/2008
23. Mr. Rock’s First High 8/13/2008
24. Why He Tills The Mind Vineyard 2/5/2009
25. Marker 2/19/2009
26. Proposal At The Moonlit Park 6/22/2008
27. Da Dee Dee 6/22/2008
28. S-C-O-R-E! (?) 6/22/2008
29. Poor Man’s Suit 6/22/2008
30. Calamus 6/22/2008
31. Oceanic Cocaine 6/22/2008
32. Waiting For Adriel 6/22/2008
33. Old Man’s Wake 6/22/2008
34. Harassment 6/22/2008
35. The Second Noble Truth 6/22/2008
36. Zombie 6/22/2008

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Zombie

I watch a tiny auburn ant
Make its way into my shoulders
Like some cocky rookie mountaineer
Hungry for an adventure
Or maybe a prone-to-wander soldier
Thrown off in his path by a cocktail of smells
From my wide open pores

He does not seem to mind my ogle
Perhaps my nonchalance is audible
And perhaps he did not know
That a hundred creepy-crawly steps ago
The cockroach sauntering towards the left-over noodles
Was not as lucky as he

You must think
That I am not as aseptic as I needed to be
But even if I am far from being Ross’ sister
I ...

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Old Man’s Wake

I do not wish to see him
He who lies cold
Inside that hard and heavy pinewood
I have not known his face
There will I find no solace

So I sit like a newly hatched chick
In the driver’s seat of this borrowed car
Humoring myself

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