A Cave Is Dug And Is Seeded
Someone Comes Out Of It Greeting
The Obtrusive Light With Intense Wailing
He Has To Open Clams And Gnash To Live
And Zippers And Buttons To Let Go

Sometimes His Doors Are Ajar
Most Of The Time They Are Shut

The Water From The Ancient Plastic Pipes
Gushed Furiously Like That Minor Water Fall
I Discovered When I Took A Side Trek
On The Second Day Of The Banaue Tour

Tonight, I Am Taking Pictures Lying Down
But The Clicking, Flashing, And Framing
Are All In My Head
And They Are Not For Souvenirs

The Pen Thought It Romantic To Be Sliding
At The Back Of This Fast Food Receipt
As The Rains Gush Like Green Ink

I Stare At My Plaid Jacket
Hanging At The Back Of The Empty Chair Across Me
And Thought Of Its Sheer Arrogance
As It Stares Back