Birthday letters #3 (The Blue Flannel Suit)

I saw my dead grandmother, nakedxxxlying on her sidexxxxxxwhere the cancerstarted.xxxOld menxxxxxxwrapped her pale stomachin white silk.xxxThey struggledxxxxxxwith the unexpected heavinessof her corpse.xxxShe was three hours deadxxxxxxand alreadyI had to say goodbye.xxxToo young to understandxxxxxxtoo old to cry.The only thingxxxI could doxxxxxxxwas turnmildewed Koran tapesxxxoverxxxxxxon the silver Toshiba.

parc si crap is crap si parc

2nite: it’s Anytown, IndierockOrientals of the world, unite!Pins on lapelsCheap beers «best served with friends»Firman haircutsNeatHair washed, teased, blow dried, hair-sticked, hair-sprayedSenen Garfield tee on Jimi Danger, 4st 7lbsSleeves rolled-up«Ils sont Les Jadugars»Casio Exilims’ flashPassing joints at the barGenerous Absolut in the cranberryA couple kissing at the barOpen microphonesA couple kissing at the barDavTar hidingContinue reading “parc si crap is crap si parc”

Studies for a street scene (macan tutul bok!)

Straws like bullets / in his back pocket / cold water / in his hand / like a grenade—Plastic cups of water in his hands / cold / like hand grenades— For a thousand rupiahsyou can geta fully grown manto run around trafficof heavy steellike a childplaying tagsshort strawspacked like bulletsin his back pocketplastic cupsContinue reading “Studies for a street scene (macan tutul bok!)”

More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself

«And one night I woke up in room A007 and went straight to my desk (so fast I almost went at it), opened a notebook my mom had left me on her last visit when she threw a full good box of Honey Crunch cereal down the sink, one of the many drug companies’ giftsContinue reading “More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself”