In Panglao Poem by RIC BASTASA

tonight there will be
a merrymaking here
as always, this town of
tourists
where i am but one of them
trying to escape
from a sad place, from the
madness of it all

food will be served on tables
drinks will flow
laughter will mix like a
salad on the bowl
alcoholic nights, barbaric
passions,
no name, no places, nothing
to remember,
all pleasures, all shallow talks
sightseeing for the ones
we like and sleep with
tonight, yes tonight, when
loneliness breeds with another
loneliness
when we all dance the
dance of our lives
when we try to raise our hands
at the peak of our voices
when we by chance touch
where love resides.