VIGNETTE III: CAROLOTAN, FINALLY

The boiled camote is sweeter than the warm cola it was washed down.

Twice we crossed the creek in winding logging roads of old.

Somehow, the presence of intelligence officers with low IQs flashed back memories of broken bodies thrown off vintage choppers.

But unlike Kasibu and Ambaguio, you’re no longer a stranger as my warm pee pierced your hard mountain soil.

VIGNETTE II: ODE TO OLD MAN T. AND THE WITCH OF QC

The wart growing in your noses was not by some curse of old friends but the bitter tears springing from unforgiven sins.

Have you not noticed the wrinkling of the flowers as the taste of sulfur slowly invaded the air?

But you have become inured to the smell of dead rats in your purse that you thought today is still yesterday…

VIGNETTE I: THE CONGRESSMAN FROM PANABO

And so it was that Lawyer Porfirio from Panabo

After promising the bounty of Davao to his cousin Telesforo

Decided to run for Congress against Almendras the Politico.

He of course lost and fled to Santiago

On his heels a hundred angry Basilenos

They whom he sweet talked and cuckolded.

NOTE: The photo has nothing to do with the vignette.