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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
seether
slitheringunbreakableslow
motoringtowardstheafterglow
nevermindyournononono
screamingtreesandafterpartyshows
slitheringunbreakableslow
rapturousunbankabledayglo
nevermindmynononono
motoringtowardsyourwowowowow
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?
chic hero
The ubermensch is a rara avis
The rare bird is a l’etranger
The outsider is a theos apo mekhanes
The deus ex machina is a peregrine
i wasn’t just here
plum blossoms in bloom
frost on faces of crowd
i was not just here
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
uwatenagé
your current address in nagoya
under a highway next to a hill’s hoist
between a railroad track and a night market
your heart wedged between a dove cot
and a night spa
your son
your husband
yoshiwara dreaming
Harmacy
I think I mite jez stay at the otel de france
Enjoy the quality furniture
Later perhaps
Reconnoitre thru the cobbled streets
Try not to step on zebu shit
I put a lot of faith in quality leather shoes
I put scant importance in order
I can definitely taste urine in this soup
Rehearsal
“I think poetry is a collective thing
Considering where we live
What people around us do
What we do with people around us
That tiny hint of thunder
On a bright sunny day”