The Gift Coupons Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Gift Coupons

the night's inconsistency
the mornings, vagueness,
the shadow of the pleasure,
of the sunlight deported,

There so much places to discover,
and people's undying love,
before something arrives
another assumptions,

Made appointments with the doctors,
make love while it lasts,
make some breaking news with Jesus,

How words have strangled hold
in man's throats,
When creatingthese incredible images,
in trying to put into words
with thisimpermanence,

Does it spread the spiritual flowers?
Mutate into the soil this love for a real home,

This Sunday's
and perpetual mornings,
realizing,
with these crooked foundations,
can't outlasts the competition,

We are called by the weak and failing
memorandums,

We are songs
the waves of this momentum's,
we are standing fronts as reality,
then as relics in these failed romances,

Always the mind's triflings
somewhere else craving for the stop buttons,

Living in this present body,
Is a sad andinconcialliable element,
but in the end
make peace with God's words,

The hands pleading the sky
for more coupons,
time reaching somewhere
as a base of destination,

today tomorrow,
perhaps,
In terms of life perhaps inconceivable,
In sense perhaps an illusion,
we just don't belong here,
never have been,
after we've uncashed
this gift coupons,