Divagyrations – Page 20 – Eine kleine Mekifantasie

larf

save me 11-year old towel

you have seen more annual parties than

i shall charge you under the lèse majesté laws

still under consideration

at the house of misrepresentations!

save me o abn-amro

from a life of mutual fun!

rarararararararararararararoarrrrr

the kiss on the lips of dinosaurs

the deideologization of a poet’s blood-red dracula lips

there are newly fangled horns on his

there is no need to finish sentences!

do you love me?

really love me?

you’re like a hotel and @thisiseaston backspin straight 1.0

pure salvage 100% organic pretension

do you get me berangere?

do you seek for a bit of light at the end of the runway?

i mean like do ya?

enough pure saturdays to last me a lifetime

i have disowned the sky!

this is how far

this is how far

rararararoarrrr

something which i cannot remember has taken over my life

degraded it into crumpled tissues in wet wastepaper basket

shit stains are consequences

rararararararararoarrrrrrrrrrrrr

of pissing on the shoulder of a giant

i’m closing my eyes

and think of the mole above your left nipple

l’anti-bourgeois gentilhomme

jules et jim
wake me up before this century ends
release me from the silver chains around my burning neck and my cool quilt of concrete
abandon me to the mann gegen mann world of future triptonics

jules et jim
rewrite the index of the world in feathers and beads
rescind all invitations to an alternate universe populated by exploding rain
reimagine babylon in dreams of lions and full english breakfasts!

jules et jim
never tell the truth in cinéma vérité!

senapang

balonku lima senapangku seuntai rupa rupanya

babi merah jambu

imanmu jambon
rusukmu hitam legam
mawarmu amin

panas

twiterranny is killing me
i have no compunction to write beyond the roof of my mouth
you were waiting for me to rip your daster off
you were waiting for me to offer you a chinoiserie fan
you were waiting for me to give in to your stare
i cracked open another can of beer
in the balmy afternoon of a third world concretanical garden
i said i’m in love with your best friend

les archives de l’arrondissement voie et batiments de mangga besar

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

di luar budak budak menunggu dengan kuda dan dedak

di dalam tuan tuan membalur kambing marrakesh dengan kecap

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

fotoin dong cyin apakah art-mu bisa dimintai tolong

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

ambilin dong cyin they’re running out of wine and rarefied air

tergantung apakah kamu merasa tidak enak memetik payung dari langit langit

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

tergantung apakah kamu merasa masih perlu karpet merah di gedong besaran

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas quest-ce que cest cest un cest un sais pas

di luar di dalam fotoin ambilin tergantung tergantung

workx

i wear my weekday worst to work

i know the right way to roll up my sleeves

the right tie knot for which occasion

ozwald boateng pink lining bespoke ticket pocket

i wear my monster jam t-shirt to work this morning

monster ja the m has been rubbed out

i’ve rubbed it out with use

with repeated going to a place that kills

Di Sushi Tengoku

Kita berdua saja, duduk. Aku memesan
sashimi platter dan unagi nigiri –
kau memesan tempura dan fugu. Aku memesan
Asahi di tengah misoshiru dan maki –

kau memesan tempura dan fugu. Tapi kita berdua
saja, duduk. Aku memesan sushi platter
yang tak putus dan sashimi platter lagi,
memesan rasa kenyang yang asing itu.

zona bocah

panas sembilan puluh delapan derajat di petak petak rumah sempit sesak dengan bau ikan dan mani basi

anak anak lelaki bermain bola di gang gang becek penuh botol bekas aqua vit prim-a ades top qua

ambillah itu bola plastik yang telah lama menyapu debu dan tai kucing dari lapangan lapangan semen sumbangan USAID

catlah tembok tembok lusuh itu dengan warna warna buruk tanpa cela yang hanya akan menyembunyikan jaket punk rock pembunuh lele yang menggantung di balik pintu

hanya anak baru di blok penjaringan yang berani minum kopi di warung tanpa bermain gitar

alukard weekend

the kids don’t stand a chance, they’re all diplomats’ sons.

walcott! i don’t even know who you are! go tell someone who kwassa kwassa!

i stand corrected, the real poet between you two is certainly not you.

one (blake’s got a new face), two (donne’s got a new conceit), three (herbert’s got a new wing), four (never fail your metaphysicals)!

see you on campus, bryn. you too, mawr.

M79 is a bar in new york, jurusan senen-rawasari.

cape cod kwassa kwassa vs. cape of good hope alay alay.

a-punk is strolling down the streets of lancashire, a b-52 in the back of his mind.

oxford comma, cambridge semicolon, yale period, harvard exclamation, upenn full colon, uni of east anglia square brackets, (p)et(er) cetera.

me gonna hang meself off the mansard roof of your creaking heart.

in the realm of mythological figures, my love for you is a giant.

i think ur a contra, prove me wrong, my sandinista love.

no worries on giving up the gun, just don’t give up on me.

do not sleep with your close cousins, cousin ed!

run, ran, rain, ruin.

taxi cab, ain’t that redundant? i guess. so is you beautiful.

the southern twang of your california english, the which is noted sorry to say of your jakarta patois.

i need a holiday from your vampiric weekend bender, a half-time break from your psychotic faux pas.

look at the white sky up above, has god run out of blue, grey, a touch of blood red for when you left me?

horchata, ayatollah, tegucigalpa: none more psychotic than you, naked, sans balaclava.