Ala Eh!

Had a few shots of hard drinks the other day at a videoke party here at our corner in Pasir Ris. My Amapo is here for holiday visit together with my youngest sister. I can’t resist indulging on those enjoyable memory tidbits of yesteryears. I can see a picture of a carefree drinking sessions using one glass passing around of hell-tasted gin. Hah, their laughter is contagious and you don’t need to know what they’re laughing at. Tuning forks.

A short untitled poem for you, grabbed from what I can remember recited by one of Amapo’s drinking buddies.

    may isang babaeng
    umakyat sa balag
    sa pagmamadali’y
    ang panti’y nalaglag

    kay laking gulat ko
    oo’t nanggilalas
    wala na siyang ngipi’y
    kay itim ng balbas