Anggo Genorga, Summer 2017

collapsed lung

i woke up
from a
bad dream.
i felt i needed
some sun;
i went out
but there
was a
storm coming.




at the crumpled papers
piled on my bed
and i thought of you man —

seeing the same
having the same day
when it’s not worth it
to put the madness down to paper,
when you probably smirked at yourself
and the trashcan laughed at your face

( to Charles Bukowski )



from The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion

———- CAUGHT ———–

lying nude in spread eagle fashion
as if she was waiting for God’s love to be bestow upon her
or for some angels to come and take her
from a pale yellow circle
and around is black.

(Empty Mirror, 2013)


Recent writings can be found in In Between Hangovers, Napalm And Novocain, Dead Snakes, Paper And Ink Zine, The Odd Magazine, Midnight Lane Boutique and Guide To Kulchur. Also in Boston Poetry Magazine, Empty Mirror, Mad Swirl and Silver Birch Press’ Bukowski : An Anthology of Poetry & Prose about Charles Bukowski and the book for benefit Verses Typhoon Yolanda : A Storm Of Filipino Poets by Meritage Press.

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