antiseptic dreams. poems of reyMundo salao

poems

antiseptic dreams
atomic allure
comatose juice
divina
hallucino
closure


antiseptic dreams


wash all the dirt from the wounds of my body,
splash till it burns 
all the pain and the suffering, 
diving down the alcohol pool, a shimmering lake,
let all the flowing blood disappear.

drowning, drifting, soaring,
thru my antiseptic dreams,
staying frozen down deep,
where all the pain disappears.

letting my soul be purified,
killing the bacteria of sin,
the molds of deceit and 
the germs of hate,
disinfect the desolation

 


comatose juice


daytime TV cannot make me smile
when the thought of losing you is in my head,
the comedians & charismatics on the 
sea of channels where i surf
are lifeless and weeping, 
because still, i am thinking of you.

but still i clear my throat,
straighten my boat, 
and drift thru television sea, 
scratching my toes and drinking my tea.

please stay beside me
and share forever in a moment
drink with me this comatose juice
and let our souls be forever 
trapped in bliss

wanna hold your hand forever
sleep with you in paradise
need your soul to embrace me
and forever lock our eyes

hallucino was one poem that popped into my head when i was on my way to office one early morning, riding front seat in a jeepney. i couldnt help but notice how the scenes of the early morning city streets made me feel like it had a certain harmony to it. 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ATOMIC ALLURE
sometime around 2001 or 2002, i was always renting home video movies from BLOCKBUSTER VIDEO. There's this girl who works there. Her nickname's Chinker. She was my GREAT BIG CRUSH there. We became friends but that pretty much was as close as TXT-Buddies because she was busy with studies and there was this other guy in her life. Funny thing about crushes and high-level infatuations is that somehow you feel a somewhat divine connection with them. You feel like fate as somehow got a great divine plan for the two of you. Well, am i just daydreaming? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but then again,
early morning 
jeepney rides
all give me the 
same sensation

 

 

 


atomic allure


up on high, 
so sedated, afloat on sky,
with the smile that you sent me
thru the celfone,
is like a kiss so sincere
from a distant star.

though i see you 
almost everyday,
i wanna hold U 
and go all the way,
to the island on the moon

whenever i see you each day
i stare at eyes that hypnotize
so i would always shy away.
holding my face with blush glue,
stop the convulsion of my heart sick with flu,
& it IS u who R the cure,
your atomic allure...
together we shall soar
in the rocket of fairies
you and me,
in a dream so pure...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


hallucino

audio narcotic
in my brain
soothes spirits that curse aloud

mystical jeepney joyride
all the streets are musical
with the noise,
the horns and
the human beings

smiling across the street,
the vendors
and the billboards
of the urban sonnets

i could not see the smell
of old bricks
the buildings are like
castles that are blackened
but still theyre awake

my soul is 
dreaming
inside the 
jeepney

i can sleep 
when the world 
sleeps...
but until that time...

hallucino

 


divina

where can i buy
train tickets to heaven
maybe a vacation in hell as well
where will we be after our episodes?
is there an epilogue to 
the rites of our endings?

will they put my soul 
on a washing machine
and recycle to reincarnation?
shall i get to take my notes along with me?

can i have a coffee
with just one god?
or will it be a party of 10?
are the saints all invited?
or shall valkyries
cook the main dish?

divina...
where shall my soul go?

are the spaces 
already occupied?

 

 

 


cLosure


this is the next day
this is tomorrow today, the future press play
it's like now.
this is decision at work
the closure, next chapter, today.

this is the next day
this is the living from what
you left me with not
a life to live

but now that the next day's today
i vaccinate away
all my deaths
and the next day i'll stay
away from 
the existence of this err
that's you.

so this is the next day
this time, it's you who should flee
i dont need your glee
and here 
i will
just stay
links
the reymundo main page
reymundo's newspaper columns:
post-slacker angst
(visayas examiner)

oftentimes disturbing
(the guardian)