Archive for August, 2010

August 28, 2010

Primetime


With nothing better to do, he will sit
On the sagging couch, watching it.
From time to time he will throw
His alligator a bone
While glazed eyes shall gaze
At re-reruns of the same show.
No, he won’t turn to stone.
No, sometimes he shall wake,
To visit the bathroom, the refrigerator
or walk the alligator –
All in the space of a commercial break.

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August 1, 2010

The People Tree.

What’s this weird people-watching thing anyway? Why we sit in a cafe and stare at innocent coffee-drinkers, philosophers, fakirs, fakers, dads-with-newspapers, made-up maamis, blue-eyed babies, grown up grannies and growly grandpas while downing a whole lot of kaapi is beyond me. This is what transpired from sitting at the Airlines Hotel with Pencil Jam ce matin.