Manila breakwall <br />concrete warft <br /> <br />there float <br />askewed restaurant <br />dined by tycoon guests <br /> <br />swallowing rare delicacies <br />for my taste bud of imagination <br />as cuddled by <br />all season motif waves <br />of the salt bay <br /> <br />sneakingly at distant i glance <br />ashame to touch <br />even the entrance exit stair <br />feclining upward to <br />heavenly 3 storeys <br />gigantic kitchennete vessel <br />like restaurant <br /> <br />too content to hatch <br />my delicacy <br />the 24 days balot pinoy <br />while settling myself beside <br />concrete fence <br />dividing the unwritten gap <br />between the big timer <br />C.O.O <br />Child Of Owner <br />and the poor poet <br />rich in dreams<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tourism-askewed-floating-restaurant/
