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MARNE KILATES
MARNE
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KRIPTS
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
P a g e 6
D R E A M O F T H E B A R G I R L
E R M I T A :
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V . E n d o f H a p p y H o u r
When Lorna arrived at the Greek Sauna
She was not Lorna but Cynthia
But thought it better to leave the name
At the Zurich Inn where she did
The go-go dance routine between
The strip number and the shower act
When her gratuitous partner for the hour
Squeezed her thighs beneath the table
And he gazed loose-jawed at the lather
Sliding down the slopes and valleys
Of the nude Bathing Beauty onstage.
She had left her friends at D’Legs Bar
After the bald Attorney made her Cashier
And almost saved her from the tyranny
Of the Bar Fine. Never mind that he
Never took off his thick lenses whe he
Took her out for the Short Time and he
Peered down at her like a dragonfly
Panting in his undemanding desire.
But as these things go they were soon
Found out and the missus came standing
For her rights threatening to burn
The place down if the likes of her
Were not fired. And Cynthia found
The Zurich Inn more anonymous
It shadow certainly shadier in the corner
Where she took her magnaninous
Partners between acts. And looking
At the other dancers she thought
She was better endowed.
Still things change when Mother
Wrote from back home in the province
In the South. The son you left she
Reminded her was about to enter
Grade school. Don’t you think it was
Time you sent a better amount?
Besides, we have to move
To the poblacion where it is safer
As these chases between
The men uniform and those
From the mountains were getting
To be more than cat-and-mouse
(Our unmindful neighbor
Vicente who couldn’t know
Between Abraham Lincoln
And the Sacred Heart
Had got his head lopped off
By the Tadtad.)
And here in the City things were not
Any better since ‘Mommy’ raised
The rooming rates at the Boarding House.
One must drink like a stevedore or starve
Because you take commission by the glass
Or you take on more guys to pay
The Bar Fine: You took fifty from the one-
Fifty so never miss a single night.
So you have to find me at the Greek Sauna
Ask for my name at the ticket booth
Remember it’s Lorna not Cynthia
And check your plastic chip honey
Confirm it with the Cubicle Attendant
And if we get along just fine
For a little more extra after the Body
Massage you can even Greek me sweetheart.