THE PEDAGOGY OF THE DISTRESSED

-11- 

Monday started fine

layers of blue, white and green

Amorsolo lives 

-12-

charred wings and braised beef

shitty Wednesday unmasked

milkfish drowned in beer

-13-

life popped through email

bureaucrats and murderers

solace in the trail  

-14-

gin tonic for lunch

heels cooling off in the lounge

Bangkok here I come

TWO FUNERALS AND A BIRTHDAY

first we honored Kuya Jojo // posed for a Recuerdos de Patay // before burying him in Paniqui

on the 18th day of the year // pares found me in Morato // Patty & Cocoy showed in the bus // Shakey's gave away a free pizza

i was 48 // got home late and ate my cake // sipped brandy and went to sleep

then they came // Constance who refused to be tempted // Don Vito who was seated in the East // the Deacons standing for a fallen brother

rode my bike against the wind // took my wife for a Korean lunch // and missed the funeral on Sunday

THE YARD

grilled pork belly with Superman [pwe!]
crisp Buffalo Wings while breakdancing [puede!]
fresh quesadillas for the Wolverine [puedeng-puede!]

three nights, three dinner, three movies
all washed down with the same beer 
The Yard in Timog is both straight and queer

pares and free soup for 97 pesos [ayos!]
igado, sinanglaw and torta for 115 bucks [okey!]
brainless dinakdakan for 50 [puede na din]

three mornings, three breakfasts, three rides
no coffee though to burn the tongue
My Yard in QC is both boring and interesting

enough of old GP movies from The Yard I declare!
more of pleasant rides in My Yard is my say!
but shouldn't the Recuerdo be posed in the yard?

tasselled violet and tasselled blue
let me ask the wisdom of Masters
they have huge yards while I have a plot

all the world's a bike yard
says me not Shakespeare
and all the mall's a yard sale
says she not me