For Sale

Let me buy you
a drink.
A (non-alcoholic) beverage
that costs three times more
than my beer.
The price I paid for this
entitles me to un-
limited access
to your skin, your hair,
your cheap perfume
that stings my nostrils,
and to one guaranteed listener
who will listen to my problems,
and nod her head in the correct places,
and who will consider me
the most handsome man in the world--
that is, until the
drink disappears.

*post-birthday poem, 16 Dec 2009
Legacy, West Point, Cubao

Sting Lacson

A writer. By degree and by profession. Also strongly advocates ten-finger typing to all writers because that's what you do for a living, so be efficient at it.

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"The Words come from the Divine; from the Muse the Idea. The Poet merely transcribes." ┼Old Sumerian proverb

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