mikaeljohani

labi labi labil ababil

pagilangit berbau ikankopi disaring di kaus kakicoklat disebar di roti siangmenunggu adzanminum es serutdagu menopang tangan malammi asamjus pokattanpa coklat pagi siang malamsiang pagi malamsiamang malang punah di pucuk nusantarah

sittin’ pretty

theres a certain comforta lotin a barely furnished roomformica dining tablematching chairsbrother typewritersteady flow of regular guestsset timesfor breakfast, dinnerand lunchin knowing approximately when youre gonna be home again

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i wouldve loved to go see you get yr first tattooid be witnessto something historicala firstbut im also terribly afraidof bloodand things that excite me

SORE LOSER

bukan, bukan, saya bukan mau menghina2 sore the band lagi. hanya mau mengabarkan bahwa seperti diduga saya memang tidak menang Sayembara Kritik Sastra DKJ 1907. buat yg tertarik membaca puisi yang TIDAK SEPERTI JAZZ atau kenapa holiday_sendiri jauh lebih oks daripada d zawawi imron, silakan KLIK DI SINDANG! baca dari august yah people. mikael.

this is beginning to flirt

muntah di multiplycuma ingin pancing replymimpi kereta emaspecahkan rasa cemas

thursday night i’m making vice

turun dari cerobong asapmenyelinap lewat oven ukuran industrialmenyapa koki koki dengan topi miring tak pedulipada coreng hitam di muka kamiterus berjalan ke belakang barmenyapa lisa gadis penjaga gorengantwo scallops and a banana fritter please!tangan di saku dagu ditegakkanweezer pinkerton world tour 1997sebelum aku bertemumusebelum hidupku jadi sekantong susubasi! hanya baris panjang malaikat malaikat kecil bergandengContinue reading “thursday night i’m making vice”

The key to the lock is stuck on the back cover with an old sticky tape

seperti waktu kecil melihat catatan harian kakak sepupuyang tinggal bersama kami, asmatik, sayang, belum masanyafish-pose untuk mengembangkan bunga bunga di paru parunya,membaca tentang andika si jago elektronika yang memeluk puntak bisa, erik si dungu yang mungkin setia, batara yang sama sekalitidak seperti namanya, ya, seperti itu, semacam keringatan yang tertundatersendat di kuduk saja, semacam tangisContinue reading “The key to the lock is stuck on the back cover with an old sticky tape”

C’est pour toi!, golden child of the corn!

i guess in the corn fields of yr dreams there are blackbirds and scarecrows made of cast-off GAP overalls do you think if you quit trying to stay in just the one hut you will hold the blackbirds in the palm of your hands and yr scarecrows will be retrofitted in dior homme S/S 2009?

Les quatre cent mille coups

around the time ekskul won ffi 2006 i fired off an email—can you really fire off emails, are fireworks legal in the fibre optic nevermind?—to a great film reviewer in the sky: but haven’t they seen antoine doinel and balzac’s account of his (antoine’s) grandmother in 400 Blows? and the great reviewer in the skyContinue reading “Les quatre cent mille coups”

boxing against shadows

what do you do when you can’t think outside the box? do you set up a b&b inside and serve yrself breakfasts of cold bacon strips and crumbly hash browns all day? do you dig invisible tunnels into the center of the earth where box or no box people melt like arby’s cheese into somethingContinue reading “boxing against shadows”