The Elitist
an annoyance spills us
along this dotted languid abevorine
it speaks of nothingness but everything spills
among an allegory of eyes wide shut.
of your nothingness
again and again, everything
spills us in a spelling bee
but what is that song of yours: wowowee, sinong hindi
mawiwili, dahil sa game na ito, sigurado ang swerte
wowowee, panalo ang marami? panalo ang marami.
Everything places itself over the edge of that rhetoric
an elitist's last sound makes.
along this dotted languid abevorine
it speaks of nothingness but everything spills
among an allegory of eyes wide shut.
of your nothingness
again and again, everything
spills us in a spelling bee
but what is that song of yours: wowowee, sinong hindi
mawiwili, dahil sa game na ito, sigurado ang swerte
wowowee, panalo ang marami? panalo ang marami.
Everything places itself over the edge of that rhetoric
an elitist's last sound makes.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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