Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Rookie (Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)

Remnants ***** In Coa Bldg And The Press - Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Sitting here around 9 am
Watching faces scrupulously
passing by
what a rare collections feeding
in my mind

I don't know their names
My two comrades were in silence
I knew they had rare collections too
in their minds
Recalling faces, storing strange identity
for future use, interests, connections,
what a rare collections in our mind!

People wear unsunken cheeks
some with clean-shaven look
some look like corrupt
and alleged graft
and ready to throw artificial greetings

What for? What for?
the innermost question I can't hide
inherent from birth


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, June 5, 2009


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