Anggo Genorga
Three Poems
The triumph
the human
spirit
is nothing
short
of
a ghost
now
restless
haunting
wandering
silent
a shadow figure
akin to this
air of quiet
death.
Love Covid-19 Style
On earphones, she watches me burn
same time as she watches compiled
epic fail videos of cats on YouTube
& short clips of Vietnamese drama.
*
Round midnight all get locked down;
a precaution to the virus, says the news
asked me about my plan to score
—love sick, dope sick—
I said, what to do honey?
*
Marked 14 minutes past 12mn—
Locked down. Locked jaw. Still,
I went down on her to fulfill
an obligatory backscratching.
Work From Home Fighting Man
But what would a so-called poet do
except reflect the times
took on the issue of the day
as he take a pick
on what to eat later
tonight on his shift
—sinigang or calamares—
& call it a damn politically correct stance?
—Submitted on 06/13/2020
Anggo Genorga lives in the Philippines. His work has appeared in Alien Buddha Zine, Jerry Jazz Musician, Silver Birch Press, Red Flag Poetry, Paper And Ink, and other journals.
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