Dimples of Our Lives


we blame our flak to lack of luck.
we brake not and break our back
toiling for buck, boiling our butt;
buckle with pain, chuckle with gain.
we knock bottles with knack for bubbles;
frock our bodies, tuck for duties
and duck or pass the buck.

we mock the clock, chuck the muck;
pack our backpack or leap the dock
when we get sacked. We cluck
while we take stock of our stack.
then, weary and weak, we hit the sack.

still, we suck
succulent nipples
even as we hack through,
when stuck in the

dimples of our lives.

(the Face of Life has
ups and downs
highs and lows.

the ups and highs
are pimples.
the downs and lows
are dimples.)

– between
pimples and dimples
are shifting shades.

(c) 2001 Chito L. Aguilar


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