House of Cards
Spade:
A city of metallic urgency
Come, rape the society
Your blaring highways
Your drifting lightshows
I chocked on a shabby musing
Beneath the miasma of your gaiety
Swooning over codes and keys
Your filthy people don't care
Dispensing prisms into drivels
And you seek bereavement just to unravel
What the politics stymied
Oh, dour gloating can stifle
And turn your people to scornful nihilists.
Clover:
A country overweening of poverty
Preyed by ravenous double-standards
I gorge in neon-signs and hazards
Incorporeal desires and volition
Diverged a quavering hunger
A hunger sated by blind faith
A knot in your stomach; a monopoly of divinity
Pilgrimages sulk into nonchalance
Devotions coiled into an echolalia
In your banquet, dripped blood and tears
Tethered in a girth
Lapsing mortality by birth
Pray tell, what do I have to swallow?
Heart:
A planet of sardonic frowns
Your society left no vacancy
For ideals, dreams, and innuendos
Chauvinism had their sallow eyes too
Hulking upon my vision
I fought to envision, I cried irate
I will ferment you in a jar
Bloating the cold and hungry cellars
With your weak representations and trampling constitutions
Far East is West but parceled with philosophical dialect
Ah, scathing comics; a slapstick
Flimsy faith and obsequious belief
Fall for me, they call me idiocy.
Diamond:
In a looming house of cards;
A spade is for burying
A clover with four leaves
A heart, non-existent, pawned for
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poem by Norman Santos
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