Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane.

I know. Dan banyak orang tak melihat ia meraba cincin kawin dengan ujung ibu jari. Di luar jalan batu menunggu. Katedral beku. Orang berbicara dengan tangan dan mulut bisu, Mademoiselle telah mencat lagi palang merah Le Café Pure. Waktu itu kau berkata, tak mungkin arus Seine berbalik arah. Seperti cinta mereka? Ya. Tapi aku hanyaContinue reading “Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane.”

JAKARTA OVERSLUT

  20.30. Difilm-film Usmar Ismail orang menyebutnya Metropole. Membeli tiket seringgit daricalo pelit di ujung tangga. Yang sekarang bertegel merah bata.   Karcis kertasminyak kuning tanpa judul. Nomor kursi ditulis tangan, hampir tak terbaca.   Pintu teater 6telah dibuka. Masuklah kami ke teater 4.   Rol film terbakardi layar. Lihat lantainya, bagaimana bisa sekotor itu?Continue reading “JAKARTA OVERSLUT”

The World is a Different Place When You Look Up

I like James Laughlinbecause he’d keep at a poemkeep keeping at itonly stopping when, *Applause*,until, *More applause*,it gave out on him.He didn’t hold anything backdidn’t keep anything for, “Later …”He floated the whole of his iceberg.He wrote mediocre poems because all that.But I like himbecause I wanna get at the truth tooand an iceberg willContinue reading “The World is a Different Place When You Look Up”

“often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.”

then what do you remember? the uncut elephant grass in your backyard? how it made you see green when i let you fondle my breasts? white as winter. “they’re so white they’re blue,” you said. or maybe it was someone else who said. when it comes to memories mammaries things are as slippery as, you’veContinue reading ““often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.””