giggling from too little non-EU christiania hasish i missed my mark you as i javelined leftover smørrebrød into a green rubbish bin leaned a perfect something degree for the greater comfort of cyclists wrapped in aurora contentment. stockholm was cold but you were colder the picture of health (first world) i heard you accidentally tookContinue reading “les arts interrogatifs”
Author Archives: mikaeljohani
immerse!
i know it’s been very hard for us to kill off happiness: you can barely breathe i have to tell you something in this dream you had enormous breasts they look fake but i don’t remember you had surgery sorry you had your head propped up on the edge of an old school desk youContinue reading “immerse!”
dérangement
Malam ini semua sudah bobok Aku hanya ditemani lampu babi dan laptop yang telah kututup setengah jam. Yang lalu ingin tidur Tapi aku masih bermimpi tentang the mild hallucinations of poetry.
submerge!
I guess maybe that’s what I want. Building a complete world from scratch that gets more and more complex as I get older. Never stopping, never running out of breath. The world will consist of layers, each a petri dish for the layer above it, so everything is connected and none can exist without theContinue reading “submerge!”
crazy for jalan cileduk raya (but not that crazy)
it’s night. and i’m listening to the magnetic fields’ 69 love songs vol. 2. there’s a mysterious body of water on the road in front of pasar cipulir. is it an oil spill? or jeremy thomas’ hair? not much traffic on cileduk raya. the formula goes (commuting, going home): 5-7, better stay at plaza senayan,Continue reading “crazy for jalan cileduk raya (but not that crazy)”
defrost
was there frost on windows did we blow kisses to the dark outside did you point to the two overlapping slowly-disappearing circles was your arm around my neck did you say going, going, going gone is this what’s happening now to you and my memory of going, going, going gone?
the rainbow mall
around the ultra-modern water-walled new shopping mall people still put up fence in the old way: thin slices of old bamboo bits of wire and the reliable softness of the red earth of jakarta.
my name where
When you forget things you wonder, how could I ever remember? So I was thinking of D– and how –A’s leaving now after less than forever and of the people that were there when she came and who left after and who replaced who and who got rid of who and who never stayed. SoContinue reading “my name where”
‘Tis clear thou art a loon
The aim of yer chosen passage Of charming masks and bergamots The joy of Lot and a quasi-dance The sadness of yer fantastic disguise Chant in yer minor mode! Love is vain and life opportunistic! The air, the cross, the magic hour The son & a mêlée on the moon The calm air on theContinue reading “‘Tis clear thou art a loon”
new&improved
mungkin tidak selalu harus menyimpan tenaga untuk esok hari. karena yang diperlukan sekali lagi adalah kedalaman, dan kalau mau dalam, ya harus menggali, bukan menanti.
Divagyrations 