"Manila Massacre" by Newamba Flamingo

Calling Mr. Carlos
ROOM 510

Up the ante
and
squeeze your trigger

Camaraderie goes “bang”

Mr. Carlos,
pay the taxi

TAKEOFF

Mr. Carlos,
no chauffeur,
GROCERY LIST JIHAD
JIHAD
to the Roar of jet engines
Planes at the hangar
Jetpacks, nooses and shoelaces
Security goes silk…
Blood blister intercoms
Spit shine sidewalks,
fanny packs, finger bombs
breaking news
ABS-
CBN…

Mr. Carlos, our rendezvous,
Mr. Carlos…
you pink panther,
all fur and claws,
such MANEUVERS
such maneuvers…

That ain’t working,
This is how we do it…

with Jeepney routes
wild suicidal tendencies
with secretaries closing the séance
Séances in shackles, surgical masks…
Immolate, Mr. Carlos
your witch burnings on webcam
your
bitch bitch bitching
your IOU(s)
your
snitch snitch snitching
your last resorts,
your retorts, by the Belmont -
chlorine in the pool
Bushmaster action flicks
smallish dicks and Flocks at the barrio
Bashing baby skulls, secret snipers
Satellites! Satellites! Satellites!
Stomping children’s testicles
into neon sunsets
Art Deco orange
the
transitioning, undercover bukkake priests,
are 21 savages in a conga line,
misfits,
their CIA card games and
Cockfights and tax returns, indispensable,
indivisible!
GOTTDAMN their shrill voices!
GOTTDAMN their squeaky shoes!
Grimy, grimy, GRIMY!

The stairwell!
The stairwell, Mr. Carlos!
… and a punch to the neck
… and an itinerary of fuck,
Muck, license of maggots
Koreans drinking your piss
Auto-erotic asphyxiation in lavatories
Flipping roulette tables, to the
Gold Rush
Go Go gasoline
Diesel, diesel, diesel!

Colossal failure, Mr. Carlos!
Chips are in, Mr. Carlos!
100,000 pesos, Mr. Carlos!

THAT AIN’T WORKING!
THAT’S THE WAY YOU DO IT!

Pre-millennial garbage/bag
Pre-millennial lizard/man
… and those Crisis Actors – the ones to
make the everything a dilemma…

Mr. Carlos,
You getting pussy in Pasay?
Perpetrator, perpetrator, perpetrator!
Mr. Carlos,
You tuck yourself in nice and tight?
Perpetrator, perpetrator, perpetrator!
Mr. Carlos,
You see the flat earth?
You having disco ball dreams?
Perpetrator!!!
Hallowed
be
thy
name!!!
Mr. Carlos,
You think it’s a moon heist?
PERPETRATOR!

Mr. Carlos,
Who really got fucked?