I must not mind the blue collar conductor after issuing ticket
from Calamba to España
I must keep on standing in last coach door 7E-337 where I could
see selfishly the railroad lanscape to feed my curiosed mind
in train ride

I must not mind the left-to-right swing and shaky motions
minding not too the crowded old town,
the disposable water containers, the day-old tabloids
freshed garbage loittering in rusty railroad station

I must not mind the thundering siren of gigantic locomotive
shocking motorists along cross road intersections
in Biñan, in San Pablo, in Sta. Mesa, in Pasay
I keep on catching down motorists hassled faces

I must not mind the over speeding, the wooden fenceless bridges
above murky rivulets, stock-up canals, the irritating swipes
of nearby twigs, the innumerable squatter's narrow channel
a danger zone for a throwing debris thrown by notorious gang war
fraternity conflicts, I never mind the half -full ice water cellophane
smashed like stones hitting coach floor to where
i am standing now and alarming as sipping above
Pasig river stinking breeze as stinky as the smoky steam
barge patrolling against the tide of floating garbage

I must not mind this weary train ride story
this is just a fulfillment of my dream
then
I step down in España and look back the railroad again!

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

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