4:45 am at Rizal Street
January 15th, 2008
like a laser show
you invaded the dance floor with a classic twist
an evening of fake love and endorphin rush
unnerving you from all the things you’ve missed
you spelled it with your eyes
and it can sparkle them blind
yet how can one notice
when it’s all about the discotheque
yes it’s all about the discotheque
round and round it goes
round and round, says the prose
just another silhouette to grace the bill
the bass throbs like the heart you wish to feel
and when the legazpi sky dress itself in red
and fuck buddies start heading to bed
you roam the streets
and find yourself alone
still alone after all.
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an ode to a hooker?
and when velvet sky covered legazpi, whew…
you were still in bed, while every bullies scratching on the same dirty rotten holes.
Hay. I missed legazpi though.