Multo ng Union (Busting)

Talo ka talaga sa trabaho natin

Dapat kasi may unyon yan basta ganyang general labor

Ah, kung may unyon, magbabago mukha ng lugar na yan

Di yan pwedeng siyam o labingdalawang oras tayong nagtatrabaho

Mas mahaba ang break

Mas maikling mga oras at hindi ganyan kapaspasan

Tapos umiikot ka talaga, di pwedeng parehong trabaho lang parati

Tsaka yung maangas na leadhand, di pwede yan, di pwedeng nagmumura-mura

Maraming kalokohan talaga mawawala kung may unyon

Problema lang, kung ang unyon tulad sa Pinas, sindikato rin

Pinapaboran pa rin ang management

Wala pa rin

Sige, pangsamantala lang naman to

Oo nga

Sige, bukas naman…


In the Bright Future

peoples of the world
will regain their memories
and imaginations

it will be a good time to be
a historian

since gone are the days
of cut throat battles for the
‘real story’

everyone has his or her own
statistics of little purges
in whichever corner of the
idiosyncrasies traced back
to childhoods,

and strange alliances made in the name
of ideals better read in paper.

peoples of the world
will regain their memories
and imaginations

as biographies of American dictators
sell like hotcakes.

Shores of Miag-ao

Seated on the sand, facing the sea,
lights from the fishing boats
appear like stars
making it hard to tell where
the water ends and sky begins
and with every wave as if
the night reaches for our toes.
It was fascinating even
without beer in our veins.

I spent four years in that town
but this moment gives off
the most warmth in my
now longer February nights.

News from Alberta and Similar Spaces

“I tell them all you have to do is work hard and be patient and always wear a smile,” she says.
“We don’t want to get fired … So we have to be nice.”

From The Globe and The Mail

Let us not pretend
this is the first time
we heard something
like this. Do away with
petty reasons, in

chorus with business owners,
like Filipinos and other migrants
are hard workers, with big dreams,
which could also mean that they
are docile and anxious
in greener pastures. It would
be a great help if everyone
sobers up and talk about
supply and demand,
labor force, wage, elderly

inherent contradictions

instead of broken promises
and hard decisions.

Let us not pretend
this is the first time
we heard something
like this. How about those
who flee wars? How about those
who find the financial crisis more than
just numbers and graphs and charts?

For sure, the landlords and ministers
will welcome our brothers and
sisters with open arms,
while they find a different country
where they can be a heroes again.

Let us not pretend
this is the first time
we heard something
like this, and may your
sorrow turn into rage.

After the Honeymoon

It starts after month you arrive
and could last up to two years, or longer.

You begin creating rituals

like learning the streets yourself
since no one going to take a day off to drive
you around to see the attractions.

You no longer amuse yourself
with naive exercises of compare-and-contrast
of what can be found here and not there,

you start to looking into the future, and get vertigo,

making your homeland so beautiful.

In bus rides going home, eye-contact, and a smile
from another adventurer like you
gives you a moment’s strength
you can’t explain.

In dinner tables, apologies start to outnumber promises.

Coverage of the Visit

Pope Francis is shown smiling
and waving to the sea of people
in the streets of Manila, beneath
the rain. The reporter mentions
the Pope carries his own bag,
praises the crowd’s discipline,
how one could smell hope in the
polluted air,
he starts to talk about love and peace,
setting aside of differences,
the reporter has been touched by God.
Criticism became not just rude
but blasphemous, no one mentions
why he is here, no one mentions
gatherings like this also
topple governments.

While singing along religious songs,
she was forced to learn as child,
my mother is driven to tears,
in front of the television,
half-way across the world.