forget, ya forget
late afternoons on the verandah
yr gedong besaran in salemba
au bon pain from yr favourite boulangerie alsatienne
passer baroe
see how the leather
the backseat of your sado
is peeling
like a thousand sails
forget everything
the proper spelling
the long letters you’ve been writing
the clipped, proper, eton v. harrow english
yr boyfriend back at home away from home in den haag
kassian,
think about the future of this broad avenue
perhaps,
75 years after the dissolution of yr volksraad
a couple of pribumis will walk along the crowded corner at its end
and,
looking for an ancient ice cream parlour they’ve read so often in history books
find it closed for business
o,
the heat of late kemarau!
the pink paint on its wall
the colour of washed out blood.
Divagyrations 