beware of this poem
it bites
i was bitten thrice
though it didn't hurt
enough
a kitten

is in the kitchen
a poem is in the mind
the poor kitten

couldn't jump as high
as her mother
does to snatch an unattended

meal
from the mind
the poem
does exactly as
a cat
importunately

pay attention please
see how it leaps
desperately
my poem
hungers
read
it

First, forget about having a face
Then, write a poem
Make sure it's disturbing
Stand up for it
Intrepidly as you brave
The tempests in June
Take offense at criticisms
For the sake of argument
Stand up for it, become the tempest
Self-incriminating tempest
You can always
Apologize later

Finally, when you are
By yourself
Dejected and sad
Face a mirror

A hard-boiled egg
Softer than a softball
Banged against my ego
A poem is given birth

A hotdog, not a dog
Not even hot
Has turned into a scarlet phantom
It barked like a dog
It burned as if it's hot
At least it has its name
I do have not

A cup of milk
Pretentiously ignored
The image reflected on my sunglasses
As a tabloid folded itself,
Ashamed of its headline's face
Which read:

"APO, DINALIRI NI LOLO"
(grandpa fingered his way to a teen)

But nowhere in the paper
Could you find the story
Of a mother who revolted since
His twenty year-old son
Began to write freaky poetry
Following the death of his favorite
Cat aggravated further by the recent
Political pandemonium

In a minute, I together with all
Of them who knew me
Shall secretly convene inside my head

A sedan whined
A baby sniveled
A phone vibrated
A street-peddler called the meeting to order

In the middle of the roll call,
I woke. I smelled reality.
I'm afraid I was recorded absent