Untitled # 5 Poem by Andrew Tiangco

A gothic man in his 50's
Still sniffing heroin as he is afraid of needles
Travelling across from one side to another
Looking for a man in his 90's

Girl who are too young to wear make up
Should not be in the god forsaken street heat
Danger is lurking from one side to another
Dim lights and cheap neon signs at night

Holy seer holy cow
Dressed in white and lonely inside
Preaching the streets from one side to another
Underneath the white clothing is despair waiting for him

A poet who cannot produce words anymore
Stuck in a drunken state from morning ‘til dawn
Shouting at someone from one side to another
Pen, paperless and an unpleasant stench