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ia merupa rupa
ia merupa rupa rupakan puntung rokok yang menanti lampu malam kota menuntunnya ke swargaloka ia merupa rupa rupakan celah trotoar yang menganga menanti pelacur menutupi gerhana bulan dengan tali behanya ia merupa rupa rupakan lampu jalanan yang melengkung merunduk sampai ke memori kota ia merupa rupa rupakan jadi jadian yang merupa rupa lupa lupakan sajaContinue reading “ia merupa rupa”
seether
slitheringunbreakableslow motoringtowardstheafterglow nevermindyournononono screamingtreesandafterpartyshows slitheringunbreakableslow rapturousunbankabledayglo nevermindmynononono motoringtowardsyourwowowowow
penultimate
Slugs of Benadryl DMP in an arctic mall I have forgotten you Arctic Monkeys Let me destroy you on the dance floor As Sophie Ellis-Bextor once didn’t say: you are not the rice Steamed carps and cars moving to and fro on submerged roads Trees fall with express approval from The Wind I would likeContinue reading “penultimate”
chic hero
The ubermensch is a rara avis The rare bird is a l’etranger The outsider is a theos apo mekhanes The deus ex machina is a peregrine
i wasn’t just here
plum blossoms in bloom frost on faces of crowd i was not just here
not going to the swann’s
i envy yr indoor pool of kois yr antiquated bookcases old photos of yr great great great grandpapa—a national hero i think of the dull surface of my marble floor i envy yr old money petit palais yr within walking distance night market you just got back from a chauffeured trip to solotigo i thinkContinue reading “not going to the swann’s”
uwatenagé
your current address in nagoya under a highway next to a hill’s hoist between a railroad track and a night market your heart wedged between a dove cot and a night spa your son your husband yoshiwara dreaming
Harmacy
I think I mite jez stay at the otel de france Enjoy the quality furniture Later perhaps Reconnoitre thru the cobbled streets Try not to step on zebu shit I put a lot of faith in quality leather shoes I put scant importance in order I can definitely taste urine in this soup
Rehearsal
“I think poetry is a collective thing Considering where we live What people around us do What we do with people around us That tiny hint of thunder On a bright sunny day”
Divagyrations 