Blumentritt

my butt gets sore from sitting for hours
face gets pampered with smoke and debris
wiping off sweat in every corner
hot and dirty, noisy and pungent

my body narrowed by strangers
becoming a claustrophobic contortionist
at the same time noble
as i give the driver other people's money


sleep becomes my own enemy
as i fight boredom with thieves
tempers clash, heads get bruised
inside this heroic vehicle

a pause and a stop every now and then
amidst death-defying velocity
getting acquainted with every roadly name
becomes a perilous journey of the masses

every afternoon i tread this journey
hoping it wil be easier the next day
unanswered prayer: "when will this end?"
dormitory-life seems so far-away!


Author's Note: this one was written in the same date (july 9) i have written "Pathetic"...i also wrote it while riding home (blumentritt-Novaliches-bound Jeepney)..hehe it's one of my few poems its not love oriented.im sure if Ema and Armand can relate.