Return to Ermita
Buying cheap shite from
the cheap
Shite man
Walking past the dog
crap and nasty gaping cracks
Knocking back the San
Mig fallen off his
Cebu van
Past the muggers alley
where the kids get smac
I enter the smokey bar
where pretty heads turn
Like owls
Where night and day
blares out thumping rock ‘n roll
And the queer masseur
applies dampened
Neck towels
I watch as my last pesos
pay for her gas, or was it coal ?
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