mikaeljohani

Tegunk

Kerja intelektual menggoreng pisang: seperti memesan iced chocolate dalam tetekmu. Aku tidak pernah bisa merasakan, sendal menggantung dari tali rafia di pohon jati tempat ojex mangkal. Tidak bisa teler kemudian menulis puisi. Maupun bertemu brondong kemudian coli. Begitu banyak sop aneka juice campur. Menenun benang wol di boncengan paman. Bagaimana mentransfer tubuh ke dalam tulisan?Continue reading “Tegunk”

flite

i feel like replacing the airplane mode button on my go switch bar with something more practical like the seven zen habits of highly consumptive people i eat capitalism for breakfast

scrabbling

i need an extra n to spell out yr name on wordfeud i know u like me too by yr nervousness as we walk along the pavement for what seemed like centuries and a nanosecond i can feel the quiver in yr voice as u regale the coolish night air with stories of repressed urgesContinue reading “scrabbling”

pyar

It was something I carried everywhere It is something I carry everywhere A kind of displacement from the world A manufactured loneliness despite of you A flick of anger would precipitate it A manicured sense of injustice Like a golf course blown by a storm I don’t know what to do with it Or whatContinue reading “pyar”

want

Atau aku ingin jadi pacarnya, atau pembantunya, bagian dari hidupnya sehari-hari. Mungkin tukang ojek langganan yang bisa menanyakannya pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang tidak akan dia jawab juga. Atau dia jawab tapi tidak kedengaran karena udara di saat kita bergerak cepat bisa jadi begitu bising. Aku ingin menontonnya mengeringkan badannya yang kecil telanjang di depan cermin kamar mandi.Continue reading “want”

marah

took shower at an abandoned shopfront. stashed my bike for the winter (honda tiger). water ran grey. dust on walls and everything. inside shower head. even. a security guard came, stared at my naked body. i stared back. walked out of the shower into late afternoon at an office. everyone was still there. cornered aContinue reading “marah”

king sheriff

I’ve been tryin to write poetry and failin. Someone tweeted many moons ago, about being a parent: join the ranks of the vague, disoriented and always tired. I feel like that whenever I try to put digital pen on digital paper. Everything feels like it is made of glass. I had lost a project thatContinue reading “king sheriff”

minerals

i don’t know what to make of you a buddha reclining your naked hips radiating heat i hesitate to touch you what was i afraid of what was i clinging to a semblance of loyalty an addiction to delayed pleasures? i touched your hips and you disappeared into a terror

porpoise

i suppose dis is progress agora on the tip of my fingers there’s no such thing as a free app if only i cd get a 0% installment program on contenment

eto na ang huling el bimbo

this is the last boogie this is the last cha cha this is the last burial of childhood memories make compost out of burning leaves the symbolism of a death chorus euripides apos mekhanos this is the last boogie this is the last cha cha this is the last burial of childhoodgood memories veste deContinue reading “eto na ang huling el bimbo”