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.


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