i marvelled you everyone in the class your workshirts so crisp ! we talked Botswana Zambie Afrique du Sud who won Miss Universe 2003 ? elle a été noire ! really ? you said your eyes met mine and yours disappeared into slits as you lol pareille au cheval =D i’m a moslem i’m notContinue reading “les animaux domestiques”
Category Archives: Poetry
tubagus angke
on my way to the Chinese House of Mourning i saw girls in mini skirts sitting cross-legged on plastic green stools on the river banks (electric! in the cars’ headlights!) “we sit cross-legged so there’s less skin exposed so there’s more for the men to see” everything here’s done out of modesty and the desire for commerce “look at the brightContinue reading “tubagus angke”
from kwitang to kebon kacang. on foot. it took three hours if you wanna know.
a government that doesn’t take care of its elderly and weak is EVIL. school of government
two lovers entwined, pass me bye bye bye
the world stops in the heart of the city a queen big ideas throbbing in her teased quiff an ex-first lady in a wheelchair her words fly above the head of the crowd a celebrity activist her hair wet from patchouli and sweat of 11 a.m. her left leg limping from a kick right inContinue reading “two lovers entwined, pass me bye bye bye”
you, and whose army?
The back of my neck hurts like an army of red ants Lady-farmers stomp up and down the golden hairs of dead paddies What would come out of the ivory white of my spine? red army
flowerz
i saw a flower today. it was white the only white thing amongst a batallion of thick green leaves like bamboo spokes poking out of the earth like cannons. it had six long filaments (i counted them) hanging down its floral axis like old chinamen’s moustaches like the ghost orchid in adaptation except this flower wasContinue reading “flowerz”
i’m a jism
find a place on the windowsills look across the lake black winter a crane mid- flight.
cunnamulla
a dog hangs by its entrails on a letterbox raised high from the earth. the red dust.
north of batavia, south of heaven
i saw a lot of death. start at the coffee stall that sold breakfast of dark brown broth in a pan chicken necks yellow tumeric-y skeletons of fish all over rice. only the rice was alive steaming like the garbage dump next to us. the men ate quickly “drink! give me drink!” a man inContinue reading “north of batavia, south of heaven”
busik
blue water like cheap mints. sun hot as a wok. the soft hair on your thighs, wilting, for more protection, from the hand running over. it’s hot hot hot out here. no need for the heat heat heat on your ipod. what are you trying to block out? the peace and quiet you’re looking forContinue reading “busik”
Divagyrations 