semakin lambat membaca poèmes choisis of my oh men what’s wrong with the literature of developing cunt trees? terisak dia mendengar berita jiwanya klimis tanpa pomade talk less, do me it’s the dashboard directory of goodies that are the case whereof you cannot speak thereof you shan’t speak who says shan’t nowadays you wouldn’t myContinue reading “seruni alam nyata”
Category Archives: English
Mariel
Can u hear the drums Fernando? They’re buried in the mix and no one can hear em cry Do u feel at all ashamed Fernando? The summer’s lost its grass and no one’s complaining Except u Fernando. There’s something in the sky at night And it’s not u Fernando.
Platinum
I think I’ll just have the XOXO I know you love me fried rice Hasn’t got prawns in it has it I’m allergic to love
The moon and William
A new ROM for my head A root every now and then Thicker skins For tethering secret lives
your name (every)where
I passed by the beach At Tago and saw The snow falling, pure white, High on the peak of Fuji. –Yamabe No Akahito (translation by Kenneth Rexroth) i passed by your Flickr page at http://www.flickr.com/people/****************/ and saw your love handles, bulging, out of your Billabong bikini.
nanophone daze
it’s not like i like writing poetry. it’s not like i can. but what else have i got over you? not even that. you’re more poetic than i’ll ever be. you’ve experienced more of this hell on earth than i. you have visited 110% of the countries in the world! your map is made upContinue reading “nanophone daze”
fish & no co.
ill think of you as the one that got away an umbrella with broken spines theres plenty of fish n chips in the sea a new set of braces a street selling antiques ill think of you as the one that got away the comfort of neon flavoured beer theres plenty of fish n chipsContinue reading “fish & no co.”
going against the grain
of my own happiness not feeling A but saying B to please X and my own fatamorgana of heaven as it is on earth yr crooked middle finger love handles jutting out of yr bargain-basement mondays i luv yr thick ankles and the way u kept talking with indomie goreng hanging off the corner ofContinue reading “going against the grain”
à l’avant du château
ill think of u as the one that got away plenty of fish n chips in the sea but none like u i wdve pursued u in another life to the end of the earth and its myriad ramifications but not now when contentment outraces happiness yr quicksilver ankles not made for this sleepy régimeContinue reading “à l’avant du château”
charlie rose
to be as slim as a back dart to be as magnanimous as zampano to be as infested as piazza san marco waiting is important for the arts so is the desire for narrative passion for boredom to be francesco clemente in another life
Divagyrations 