The passengers yawn & giggle, as if this day will prosper:
But my horoscope proves the others’s gain: I must, it says
remain patient, await my chance, give regards to brethren…
Ho-ho! Funnies are the same old jokes, except the flap
That serves the point: Beware, you’ll surely lose. Thus
believing, I crumple the ticket I’ve solemnly spared
for the Master Inspector, who must needs inspect my face:
Nakabayad kana? Saan ka bababa? Jeez! The teeth
Gnash in hounddog interest, but holding on, I court:
Ayos na, kulang pa nga ang sukli ng kundoktora, eh!
Conspirators swim the dense, shuffle about & sink.
Steel fords through the cracks of streets & men,
strides the wind that roams the firmament: & ever human,
sneezing, I gather dust & in usual defeat hail to stop.