A Poem Forgiving The American Who Called Jesus, Nazareth's Everyman, While Shaking An Impatient Head
At the Linden Suites, obviously not named after the Texan
masses’ Lyndon Johnson,
An elevator about to close was asked to "Hold, please!" Only
to answer with held
Security swipe cards and exclusive buttons, prodding one to
civilly ask, "Might there
Be a 4th floor here?" A possible Singaporean had his
Confucian wisdom (or instincts)
Ready to lend a finger on the 7 button as a kind last word
before my exit, before
Resuming his ascent, offering knowledge of another elevator
for the innocent needing
To go to the Function Room on a fourth floor available to the
fourth estate or to poets
Who want to launch books, painters who want to display their
renditions of erotic
Functions of human love and Christian worship of
Magdalenes, virgins, naked angels.
On the 7th heaven, the door opens to a blank wall,
prompting the Confucian to explain
The corridor hast not forsaken thee, for the elevator would be
on a corridor behind,
The corridor to the East and not within this West. Thank you,
thank you, & a fuck you.Yep. Two obvious Americans were shaking their heads,
inviting Marxist or mujahedin
Comment, and as their elitist heavenward door closed one
called "Jeezus!"—Nazareth’s
Masses’ hero—to address the stupidity of the simply dressed,
or the building’s poverty
Of seeming not to be able to afford proper signs (or otherwise
more Roman guards), the
Patience of our protesting religion there amply tested by our
Americanized bigotry
Towards those uneducated by sheer underprivilege about
things one ought to know while
In Rome: stuff like suites, like Jesus’ sweetness, or daily seeds of
security terror we need not sow.Unnecessary, for when one goes back down to that avenue
named after a beer named after
A saint of an archangel, that stretch that changes its name to
an audio equipment brand
When it crosses a bigger boulevard named after an American
governor of the Philippine
Commonwealth, that road that—to the West—changes its
name to a multinational bank’sAcronym when it crosses a Doña’s street, yes, when one goes
back down there, it’s rude
Enough—everything’s a deglamorized erotica of humanity,
outside art, sans architecture.
---December 3, 2001, Linden Suites, San Miguel Avenue (or Pioneer Road or ADB Avenue), nearer the corner of Doña Julia Vargas Street than the corner of Shaw Boulevard, Ortigas Center, at the launching of Eros Pinoy: An Anthology of Contemporary Erotica in Philippine Art & Poetry (Anvil Books, 2001)
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