kopitok

You got me
     up and running
When you asked for that coffee break tonight
You can always do that
And I am hopeful…
     waiting
     to be invited to Starbucks
     and grace you with White Chocolate Mocha
And a pack of smoke

My favorite Gingerbread Latte
     can’t compare to that nano-second
You stared at my lips
It wanted to move
     and take your breath away
 
I flirt with your eyes
     while we argue why
     Estrada was robbed of the Presidency
     by the Supreme
 Court
 
I could have handed you
     my world
But you didn’t
     stop lamenting about your frat guy
     who treats you like his Ipod
     hanging on his neck
 and his crocodile sunglassess worn at sunset
You are his trophy

I could have handed you my world
If only you chained with my
     pinky finger
     playing with your hair
 
Love they say is blind
I believe them
But I desperately wanted to open my eyes and see
That I’m not your cup of coffee.

© Ian Pestelos 2006.01.17
 

how does a chicken pee?

When I was in 2nd year High School, I remember having a conversation with one of my classmates about how a chicken pee. We don’t recall ever seeing a chicken sits down or raises one leg to get rid of bodily fluids, so we tried to open a number of encyclopedias and biology books at the school library down the hall to satisfy this sudden curiosity. The last 15-minute ‘recess’ of the day was spent browsing through pages; no answer was found. On our way back, we argued about possibilities and speculations. Even without a concrete answer, it was the most productive 2-minute walk back to room 211 of Notre Dame of Greater Manila. We got the answer from our biology teacher. Years later, my chicken pee discussion buddy became one of my best friends, in the literal sense.

That chicken pee question became some sort of an indication for me of a person’s imagination and conversationability (for the lack of a better term that i can think of at the moment). I usually ask new ‘close friends’ in high school and college about this, and somehow I didn’t get to be closer to those who simply just don’t want to talk about it. I always thought that it was some starting point of more fruitful, imaginative, intellectual or funny conversations. Well, maybe some people don’t think of it that way. Waste of time? To some, maybe. But definitely not mine.

I used the question even on dates, friendly or romantic. It turned out that those who can talk and laugh about it with me brings more life and magic to the table. I am actually currently spending more than a year of commitment with a woman who can make the conversation both intellectual and outrageously funny, be it about ideas, events, people, or chicken.

I enjoy conversations, even debates. And it seemed like I have a short connection lifespan with people I don’t get to talk about chicken and peeing combined. It’s not intentional by the way; its just it seemed to be like that. If only I’m a psychology major, I would have used it for my thesis.

Well then, how does a chicken pee? Think about it, and then maybe let’s talk.