URBAN

6:00 am
church bell ringing
echoed by the early puto and taho vendor
the wee hour is yet to end
the buzzing of cars and jeepneys
the rushing foot steps on the streets
they make music of the urban world
Mondays to Sundays
All painted with black smoke and red spots
Back to back
children cries, lovers moan, driver and vendors quarrels
heating the day like hell
not an hour will the city rest
24 hours open
bars and fastfood
ready to serve you
the girl in red pops off smoke at the middle of the night
winks to any man he sees
her cleavage popping like pop corns
the men in black walk in and out
with their guns stocked on their waists
frustrated soldiers
this is the life they chose
on the city...