And Sunday sinks its heathen summers into the kneecaps of the expropriate wicked / 
kain na tayo! / having genuflected hours for a piece of motherfucking bread
                                    isang bagsak, anak!                       the concrete moves you!
            marking devotions this morning to chismis / the auspices of the Gran
Pasista Almighty / fat fist forcefield burrowing achilles’ kili-kili /
            and the golden deluge let loose in the just-clean toilet of the parishioners’ office
next to church 	        	
                                                                                                Sinful!
a practice of bad descendantry with guarantees of holy sustenance / compass set
            for slurpees and cardinal direction in the ravenous I of the beholder / imbibe
blue juice for brainfreeze / and graduate cousins in the crypto-mythology of paying for shit
            with hypothesis / sticky finger anointment / a rising sea level washing
the dirt-dream dendrology of juvenile tortures on scabskin
                                                                     isang bagsak, iha!
                                                                                                                                     Pamilya, 
the New Flotilla / ravaging the virgin aisles of Teks and Go-Lo / for a new piece
            of shiny / new piece of dollarstore ass / new peace of gestational minute /
for bone-deep highway brains riding rodeo reptilian into a memory of may dila / bankrolling
            the covenant into a communism of white conyos / white canticles 
white love / of ancestral injunctions on reverence after life lived in the violence
            of an easy televangelism / we umutot on the Vatican! / we are pilgrims to the Maccas
and two-dollar chook neck nuggets / cheap as chicken shit / as chipped china imports 
            adorning the cabinets of migrante pantheons and speakeasy delirium
                                         isang bagsak, ate!
Do you think when he said you have your grandfather’s mouth that he meant
            he wanted to / you know / at least we will have something to sin about / 
in the bright-beam tinnitus of an open confessional / empty hymnals rehearsing
            antiphony karaokes / anathema algorithm to the tune of Mother Mariah
out the stereo with fanta sweat and ballad baptisms
                          isang bagsak, kapwa!                  how the humid moves you!
an islandry of miss pilipinas blockading the streets on streets of mini malls of Asia / 
            brandishing new haymarket chanel / op-shop imitations / & proliferative degrees
of sacred separation / famous uncles brothers cousins stepson’s best
            friend’s daughter / gracing the call list of b-grade teledramas / parallel kinships
with the celebritied / your incidental earthquakes / 7,641 islands / your kinship
            of global atoms / you balikbayan boxes / you recycled recipes / you transnational 
pageantries / fried fish filipiniana / kare kare & KFC / to grow strong / to gestate
                                        isang bagsak, bunso!

               one of you farted! / I could smell it /
white husband white wife procession trumpeting the second coming with Glen 20
                        here, let me convert you
Sit still and pray hard, children!
                        The spirit behoves you!