Mh. Rustandi Kartakusuma
The tram screams&screams!
barks!&snakes along the river.
I don’t care anymore
a man’s making faces at me on the other side of the banks.
I’ve run out of breath
Going against the current of morning traffic.
A pickpocket went for my wallet
and I’m sweating, like a horse.
All for nothing?
I am so stupid, in this city of millions
that couldn’t be the last available tram.