Harold Legaspi



Sabong in Taytay

Kristo’s outstretched hands called wagers from memory. Loot for luck. Slasher’s clamped to draw blood. Right-feet sharp, steely & divine. Double-edged. Gallus gallus, pretty as Miss Universe strut with raised feathers: crimson & black. The clamour dies. A perfect bloodline …

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No-one Listened

I’ve lived for over forty years And Let me tell you that I could say Anything Anything at all And it wouldn’t matter To anyone Because no-one is listening And I could spell the letters of my words Aywnay and …

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