Saturday, May 14, 2016

At Eastwood

Well, problems
tastes better
with gulped beers,
hot noodles,
crispy-fried
kangkong leaves,
more at home
with kind friends
who'd really
sincerely
be all ears.
Some empty
wooden chairs
around us
I wish were
occupied,
more open
hearts and minds
to give some
kind advice,
carry up
that heavy
weight of your
current world,
heavy as
the March heat
on our heads.
I might have
stayed longer
after shots
with faved stars,
but sorry
I have skipped
more stories
from your tongue
for your voice
can't compete
through the blare
that loud blare
I barely
heard you well.