The Emperor's Speech

Once a year,
the Emperor
speaks in front of
the people.

The Emperor rambles on
about how good
the year was,
and how the next year
could be better.

The people
(are supposed to)
listen when
the Emperor says that

the coffers are
slowly filling up;
the Empire's crime
rate has dropped; the laborers
are generally happy
with their wages;
and anything else
that would
make the Emperor look
good.

Yet the people know that
these are all lies,
and that the Emperor
is rambling on
like an idiot.

Good thing these people
are not the French.
The last time they
got fed up,
they sent their
rulers' heads rolling
into the guillotine basket.


*written Sunday, 19 July 2009 for Ugnayan ng Nagkakaisang Artista (UNA)
also published in Kalasag


Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

Elegy for Michael Jackson

It has been quite
some time now since
the King has left
the building,

but the janitors still
have their hands
full trying to
clean the track
marks off
the floor, from
all the people trying to
moonwalk across
the lobby.

Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

Waiting Bed

During the day,
this is a waiting shed.
When nighttime comes,
it becomes someone's bed.

Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

Carnivore

The first time I sunk
my teeth on some
prime, first-
class steak,

I imagined that this was how
Homo erectus must have
felt upon tasting
the meat of the mighty
bison, after he had
finally mastered fire.

Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

Harmed Struggle

(Fact: a bullet is harm-
less outside
its chamber)

This is how to assemble
an Amaru .357:

First, combine the bolt1 and the carrier2.
1bolt─the mind:
produces theory,
which is our thesis
2carrier─the flesh of the word;
manifested as practice,
the antithesis

Insert the combined3 bolt and carrier, and push the handle4 forward.
3combined─theory and practice
becomes concrete
action
4handle─the next thesis
must be pushed
forward to create
a new contradiction

Align the hammer5 with the trigger6.
5hammer─the conscience
must be aligned with the
6trigger─the decision
to produce morals

Pull up the lock-on spring guide7, which allows you to put the cover8 back on the chamber9.
7lock-on spring guide,
to keep us in line
8cover─criticism
of others about you,
placed over the
9chamber─self-
criticism: what you think
about yourself

Then insert a fully-loaded magazine10, unlatch11 the safety12, and cock13 the handle.
10magazine─fully-loaded
arms of the people’s warrior.
To follow it, we must
11unlatch─detach:
separate oneself from
12safety─the family, the way of life
must be left
behind with-
out looking back.
13cock─get ready
for the next contradiction

The Amaru.357 is a gift
from Cuba to the Philippines (one sister to another)
two daughters of Mother Spain
forced into marriage to a bald-eagled redneck
for a dowry of twenty million dollars.

It was the same weapon used by Cuba to shoot her husband, formalizing the divorce.


*Filipino version here


*circa 24 Mar 2006

Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

My Literary Side

"The Words come from the Divine; from the Muse the Idea. The Poet merely transcribes." ┼Old Sumerian proverb

(Kidding, I made that up. LOL)

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