too much music
semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan
mengertimu dalam gelap kos-kosan
too many books
menggali aspal dalam ingatan
semacam terik depok raya yang mengelupas jerawat
too many things
to do to see to sow and never reap
ulurkan tanganmu padaku
too few beer gardens
in which i could disappear
in a haze of brondongs
their chatter fills me with delight
too little life
the abundance of which you crave in departure lounges
pergilah, sebelum kakimu membengkak
too zen
ideas strangled in stillness
Divagyrations 