i know it’s been very hard for us to kill off happiness: you can barely breathe i have to tell you something in this dream you had enormous breasts they look fake but i don’t remember you had surgery sorry you had your head propped up on the edge of an old school desk youContinue reading “immerse!”
was there frost on windows did we blow kisses to the dark outside did you point to the two overlapping slowly-disappearing circles was your arm around my neck did you say going, going, going gone is this what’s happening now to you and my memory of going, going, going gone?
around the ultra-modern water-walled new shopping mall people still put up fence in the old way: thin slices of old bamboo bits of wire and the reliable softness of the red earth of jakarta.
When is around town when I live très isolée? Am I out of the loop or breaking out of here? I can still see the peaceable kingdom on widescreen evenings I can still see the chanai stalls promoting Egypt on their window displays When do I have to start worrying? I have forgotten Kiarostami’s misgivingsContinue reading “Une étape autour de mon ville”
i came back for seconds but you weren’t there i don’t think we’ve ever met? i was too busy dusting myself off after every fall reading your blog it’s like i had once loved you in this city you make appointments to miss each other
villainelle, deux* i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing no-mind in hyper-intellectual tzu-jan semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan life should be like that the empathy of burning windows i’ve been trying to write poetry and failing make compost out of burning leaves an addiction to delayed pleasures? semacam keheningan yang dipaksakan places get displaced inContinue reading “villainelle deux”
villanelle: – sembilan belas baris – 5 stanza tiap stanza 3 baris, kemudian 1 stanza akhir 4 baris – baris pertama di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza kedua dan keempat – baris terakhir di stanza pertama diulang jadi baris terakhir di stanza ketiga dan kelima – dua baris “chorus” ini jadi barisContinue reading “villainelle un”
the end the last time mike d. saw rob g. was at an indian restaurant called passage to india. it was missing the ‘the’ or the ‘a’, he cannot quite remember. words are just dead neons anyway, ha. the restaurant was at the back of an alley, with a blue garbo at the front, andContinue reading “ON HER TRIP AROUND THE BLOCK NUNZIA NANZIO CONFRONTED OZY, MANDY, AND AN ASS”
the sky is a strange kind of blue the sun a slow walk of light under water the only real colour the neon orange of a safety vest the pink of a sea cucumber on a pale seabed a wall of ancient corals had been split in two a pier in smithereens next to aContinue reading “we”
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”