Jackmovin 10/10

We read the book soaked in the basin where the fish used to swim.

I want her to stay away or simply say bad words since I am no longer excited about the oven.

I’d like to leave somewhere but there is an inscription on my skin:

You are as misleading as prayer.

This poem is 10/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

29. December 2015 by Hason
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Jackmovin 9/10

She walks around mocking
what is mine. I catch my breath–
a random consequence, she cries.

I have hell
in my head even as she is still
awake, not striking at all,

Talking
to strangers underneath freeways:
The dimensions of God.

A page wants to be written.

I want to say she resembles a maniac
pink, crucial
to this melodrama
that has nothing to do with love
or politics.

This poem is 9/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

22. December 2015 by Hason
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Jackmovin 8/10

I have lost my hand
in your hand.

The theatre of impatience:
When in your life you feel like talking

With rain in your mouth.

I like your voice sharing the same error as nature–

Purity is a cry of sweating paper.

Leaving styrofoam in a shoebox, I write
the poem we seek.
Crumbling.

This poem is 8/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

08. December 2015 by Hason
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First Semester Blues: Diaries of an Adjunct, November 30, 2006, 2006 (6/6)

PHILOSOPHY AND ITS DISCONTENTS AND ITS SHORTCOMINGS AND ITS FAILURES

I do not teach Freudianism nor do I have any intention to obsess over an Austrian neurologist. No intention today, that is. It is the end of the semester. This morning was our last formal class meeting before the Final. I would like to celebrate that I have finally found an identity: I am a Filipino American Greek Thought Instructor.

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30. November 2015 by Hason
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Jackmovin 7/10

No, my eyes are not the sky
where that old woman lives.
But tiredness determines my life.
Black ink in circles appears
to be common practice—
America means you can’t wash
it away: warm cappuccino, the safest
investment, the sanctity of delirium.
Memory for me is nothing but
a magician moved halfway
to the afterlife. This happened long ago
this morning, when you were falling
out of sentences and down the stairs
where I am forever
thinking of doing nothing.

This poem is 7/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

24. November 2015 by Hason
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New Poetry at The Feminist Wire!

Perez, Jason Magabo. “Loving You, Praxes For.” The Feminist Wire, November 11, 2015.

12. November 2015 by Hason
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Jackmovin 6/10

Who sneaks words into their self
speaking in a state of fidelity?

The cadences forgotten under the rug.

Just because there is music
do not calm down. Remember me–

I am an escapist

Thrown into the world
Undressing you.

Remember me–

Caressing your thigh,
It’s why the sea smells of book dust.

This poem is 6/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

10. November 2015 by Hason
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First Semester Blues: Diaries of an Adjunct, November 7, 2006 (5/6)

PHILOSOPHIZING SINUS PRESSURE

Last night, my left eye exploded. It was itchy. It was red. And I sneezed about seven times in a row. I could feel my saliva turn into thumb tacks. Though these were the symptoms of an insurmountable sickness, I, as a responsible instructor should, decided to read before sleeping. Plato’s APOLOGY:

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07. November 2015 by Hason
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Loose Translations: Poetry + Photography @ Oceanside Art Walk FRI 11/6 6p-9p

Loose Translations 11.06.15

30. October 2015 by Hason
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Jackmovin 5/10

The note is pasted on the door
for those who are dead
without roses.
I recall silence and
the light brown baby sleeps
inside an emptied paper bag.
All of this is archetype:
The alcoholic dies in sixty seconds.
Boiling water on the stove.
An ephemeral morning
because I stink and my mind
to me is a mirror—
I know the dead can sleep.

This poem is 5/10 in a series. Read the description of the series:
Jackmovin: Poems & Nonessentials for the Lovestruck (2006)

27. October 2015 by Hason
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