aku tidak bisa menulis dalam bahasa indonesia karena. sore ini aku dan zakarta menonton sebuah film tentang papua dan lanskap geometris pikiranku yang berbanding terbalik dengan sinergi kepalsuan dan kebimbangan zakarta. aku dan zakarta berjalan dalam naungan payung esprit menuju kehangatan yang dipaksakan di lobby eks-eks-wan. aku dan zakarta senang menemukan blog yang puitis tanpaContinue reading “aku dan zakarta”
Category Archives: Poetry
the bull ring
insanity no time limit transgressions in the midst of space knockoff champs vintage henleys your miss-conceptions i wonder if in Cape Town nothing is as small as the rain. a KFC bucket Ramadhan insurgence lying on your back the boot of a Holden Kingswood a comet explodes shattering colours your corona
rapport
moms creating an avalanche of expectations childgoodhood in extremis a pond, a lake even, a river flowing upwards no shitbox a whole nation catering to whims roll call multivitamins no energy drinks i want to get us to a savannah a burning star the tip of your shoulder tops.
bye
aku ingin sekali dimengerti namun yang bisa kulakukan hanya menyalakan lampu teras melambaikan tangan, kemudian sembunyi
les arts interrogatifs
giggling from too little non-EU christiania hasish i missed my mark you as i javelined leftover smørrebrød into a green rubbish bin leaned a perfect something degree for the greater comfort of cyclists wrapped in aurora contentment. stockholm was cold but you were colder the picture of health (first world) i heard you accidentally tookContinue reading “les arts interrogatifs”
immerse!
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!”
dérangement
Malam ini semua sudah bobok Aku hanya ditemani lampu babi dan laptop yang telah kututup setengah jam. Yang lalu ingin tidur Tapi aku masih bermimpi tentang the mild hallucinations of poetry.
defrost
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?
the rainbow mall
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.
‘Tis clear thou art a loon
The aim of yer chosen passage Of charming masks and bergamots The joy of Lot and a quasi-dance The sadness of yer fantastic disguise Chant in yer minor mode! Love is vain and life opportunistic! The air, the cross, the magic hour The son & a mêlée on the moon The calm air on theContinue reading “‘Tis clear thou art a loon”
Divagyrations 