poetry

Gas
by Mookie Katigbak

I would like to say this is the year
Beauty begets beauty but I can't
Get a word in edgewise.

As far as it goes,
Bad stories are good fuel -
Burn them and you go a long way

Down a dusty pass,
Shedding the tassels of a scarf
As envoy to the wind.

I split the difference between
Anger and love and you are what's left,
Vague as January sunlight

Or a lunar beam
Projected to a movie screen,
Holding rapt and planetary grains of dust:

So little moves you. While I unravel
Stars across a nightlong loom,
Burning car wheels on the gravel.

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