ia merupa rupa

ia merupa rupa rupakan puntung rokok yang menanti lampu malam kota menuntunnya ke swargaloka

ia merupa rupa rupakan celah trotoar yang menganga menanti pelacur menutupi gerhana bulan dengan tali behanya

ia merupa rupa rupakan lampu jalanan yang melengkung merunduk sampai ke memori kota

ia merupa rupa rupakan jadi jadian yang merupa rupa lupa

lupakan saja

ia

ya

penultimate

Slugs of Benadryl DMP in an arctic mall

I have forgotten you Arctic Monkeys

Let me destroy you on the dance floor

As Sophie Ellis-Bextor once didn’t say: you are not the rice

Steamed carps and cars moving to and fro on submerged roads

Trees fall with express approval from The Wind

I would like you to thank the genius of soy sauce

In nomine patris et filii et spiritus Cap Tikus

The incorrigible slowness of Tumblr

Faking a line to make a deadline

You’re right, your mind is a disordered mess (redundant)

I reblog, therefore I is another

Knowing me, knowing you

Have I got anything sonnet-like to say?

not going to the swann’s

i envy yr indoor pool of kois

yr antiquated bookcases

old photos of yr great great great grandpapa—a national hero

i think of the dull surface of my marble floor

i envy yr old money petit palais

yr within walking distance night market

you just got back from a chauffeured trip to solotigo

i think of commotions in economy aisles

i envy yr suburban château

yr separate servants’s quarters

hydro tulips growing under your bed

i think of sloshing rat droppings off my driveway

yet i think of you child, yr lip bruised by a spoon

yet i envy nothing, i’m safer than a house