The thorny path to local Eden,
The rosy way to San Jose, gone
A clunking jeepney to heaven
A cloud drifting over hell, undone.

Outside, next to the door, a garbage can
Waiting for the baggages to be disposed
They are too much to be carried by a man
So with them my heart is enclosed

I looked at that old smile in the bin
I smiled back and looked at the sky
Eden's voice rise above the din
The road to San Jose--longing to die.

Dec. 30, 2024