from the archives

(Here are some thoughts
I wrote about ten
or so years ago.
I dug these out
from a very old
notebook kept inside
an old unused drawer.)

ALAN K. CAÑA

1. Hello and Goodbye
( January 15, 1996)


The sun woke
Early this morning.

He caught moon
And me unaware.
Seldom has he done it
In the past.

I never saw
Him in that state
Before, yawning
As he stretched his body
To embrace the horizon.
Slowly peeking with
His sweet yellow
Eyes, almost not unlike
Moons soft caress
At night.

Moon faded slowly
Into background,
Smiling.

He left sun
And me to start
A new day.

Goodbye moon,
See you tonight.
Hello sun.
Good morning man.
Whereto now?


2. Ravings of a Confused Pastoral Worker
( March 15, 1995)

Backbites. Ugly rumors. Gossips.
Confusions. Failures and pain. Yes!
Sufferin' painful failures
made us thirst for even more!

Storms. Oh! Strong winds!
Quakes. High intensity quakes!
Explosions! Bursting atomic explosions!

Whats the mattter with you darling,
have you lost your sense of learning?

OUCH!

Oh! Damn all of us masochistic s.o.b's !
Tortured by our own foolish beliefs...
Who are they to tell us what to do?

Damn it!...Beat it! Yeah, we oughta beat
'em with broomsticks. Sadistic wizards,
Opportunistic bastards. Moralistic assholes.
Why can't they do what they preach?
Why even preach at all?
Mind your own business
You goddamn monkeys!!!

But still we come back.

Ah! Smiles. Joys. Laughterss. Handshakes.
Backslaps. Hugs and kisses. Oh! Yes! Hugs and kisses-
Such wonderful things to share.
Words. Ideas and shared experiences.
Wit. Humor. Jokes. Yes, Jokes!!!
OH, my, ,my. Hey, hey, hey,
Could we ever say goodbye
To such wonderful things?

Bullshit!

We are all selfish masturbators, making ourselves
Feel good while the world seethes in agony...
Damn all of us procrastinators -creating ideas without acting them out...

Wa are all the same. Damn us hypocrites!

Fuckin' assholes we all are. Rotten eggs.
Why build an invisible kingdom
In an otherwise visible world?
Inconsistent. Impractical people
we all are.

We have eyes yet we see not, ears but hear not.
Mouths big and loud enough to let the whole world
hear us snore. We have nothing to say and share.

Yet we feel too much. We sense too much
- in our own perverted way. What are they saying?
What are they thinking? Too much afraid of they.
What they might think, what they might not like.

But ouch! Please do it stronger, Slap us. Hit us.
Even kill us...We like it!

Fuckin' bull...We're still here. We keep on comin' back.
Otherwise our lives will be empty of meaning.
What the heck!!! Aren't we following Christ?



3. Absurdity
( january 11, 1996)

Ain't it surprising
If one has
To really think
Why in Heaven
There is
No such thing as
Sex?

Ain't it absurd
If one has to really brood
Why there's no malice there
When someone's nude?

Or are all saints prude
Supressing their urge
To do what they all want
And should
But are afraid to do
What common mortals would?

Ain't it surprisingly absurd?


4. Our Family

Our family
Of six
Is such
A perfect
Mix

Our fourth
Our only girl
Is everybody's
Pearl

Oh if you
Should meet
Our third
He's just
Waiting
To be
Heard

Our second one
maybe next
in command
but in school
He's number
One

And our first
Our very first
So young so bold
Acts as if
He owns
Our very
World

Our family
Of six
Is such
A perfect mix

Could be above
Under or in betwixt
But What the heck
nothing's so bad
We can't all
Fix