peeps in hospital masks walk up and down
rubbish bins suspended in mid air
the muzak plays your arteries
like Shakespeare
i know i’m not alone
i wipe tears off my brow
with the back of my hand
someone was buying a ketoprak
for someone else and
he had his head
blown off with a shotgun
not far from here
i don’t care i love it
i don’t care
the sun
bounces off You, Eminence
an Afghan refugee
wipes sleep
off his eyes and leans
the entirety of his being
on a mini
Hello Kitty suitcase
the warung sate has been rooted to the same spot
for time immemorial
which side of Wahid Hasyim am i in?
the less fun side
where ghosts of orange bajajs
rev their engine
inifinitesimal
Divagyrations 