your polo horse lost one of its legs your skin glows like the last amber of the mayan civilization your hair the colour of piss-christ how long how long must i sing your praise? does anyone know anymore the meaning of #bloodlibel your eyes the color of ruined coral does not everyone jerk off insideContinue reading “giving up the fun”
Category Archives: Poetry
not me
there’s a zebra, a tree and a post-partum you you never told the zebra you were post-partum you mauled the zebra uprooted the tree cut the rainbow to pieces the zebra forgave you the tree forgave you but if you look closely the zebra’s stripes have been rearranged they look more like lightning bolts andContinue reading “not me”
entombed
do not take the left hand path of less travelled the road to wisdom is paved with corpses of those who revel in flesh when life has ceased a sort of sleepless dream ends we are not supposed to rot without having reached higher grounds but life goes on a bitter loss will soon beContinue reading “entombed”
kohabitasyong
kohabitasi telah membunuh kumpul kebo di ujung gang warung rokok berhenti memintal sutra
Percolator
I’m losing steam Choo choo Trang Nguyen Choo choo Trang Nguyen Git me a cup of mandailing Choo choo Trang I’m losing you
Jolly time
Who has eaten pop corn since 1914 Do you feel good about the impending revolution I might at Zee & Milo’s hideout Contempo Kids without a doubt I only have 3001 hidden rivets in the back of my mind gardens We’re gonna see Flo at the anti-Jardin de Luxembourg The top of the Louvre shiningContinue reading “Jolly time”
sadistis sarkastas
orang orang sering berkata mulutku adalah wahana rumah miring orang orang tidak tahu di dalam mulutku ada istana boneka siamang memetik bunga bersama bawang putih rama sinta bermain berkejaran bersama turangga-rangga kematian di dunia fantasi
pure
i’ve got no trust in anyone even bespoke tailors by appointment of his majesty the queen freddie mercury i’ve got no trust in you home is where the hijab is i stick out a finger in the direction of mawadah warrahmah wassalam i’ve got no trust in me even a bespoke me my dandyism endsContinue reading “pure”
through the thick and thin
will your fringe into pompadour fate will help you rearrange your room against the wisdom of the day you rail up into the melancholy of coffee shop windows oh up against your will through the sadness of euro tunnel the thickness of la défense the thinness of thai stick
stacks and whispers
you broke me in like a pair of jeans you broke me just say what you feel forget about combs whiskers stacks contrast fades just soak everything in dettol pour hot water every 30 minutes you broke me in good like a pair of flat head 3001 you crushed me into ataris forgetting the eraContinue reading “stacks and whispers”
Divagyrations 