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.
Tag Archives: poetry
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!”
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”
Man In His Off Hours
“please do not unwrap books seek assistance from our staff” the staff thin waifish girls in unstable pumps tapi ingat ini terjadi 33 menit kemudian. sebelum itu setelah mendengar kondektur mendongeng tentang sore: grogol kosong! seorang pengamen berpunggung tembok art nouveau bandung circa nineteenthirtyfour seorang gadis berlengan naga dan daun-daun hijau bertopi nelayan bersuara kawakanContinue reading “Man In His Off Hours”
Une étape autour de mon ville
When is around town when I live très isolée? Am I out of the loop or breaking out of here? I can still see the peaceable kingdom on widescreen evenings I can still see the chanai stalls promoting Egypt on their window displays When do I have to start worrying? I have forgotten Kiarostami’s misgivingsContinue reading “Une étape autour de mon ville”
One Afternoon Before the War*
Ah! I see what you’ve got in your hands an afternoon in the world of LAN a sealed blue radio (The night returns for an encore inside a tomb.) Pray for finesse, on the branch of the arborio strip it, sing it, fake it come, wing it, into the river! Note down: three pigeons diveContinue reading “One Afternoon Before the War*”
gaya nusantara
jadi kamu punya extra 7 tahun untuk belajar mencuci piring direndam air panas jauh lebih cost effective dan environmentally friendly daripada letting water run dry apakah 7 tahun head start bisa disalip? mungkin bukan pertanyaan yang relevan aku tahu, skut skut aja sama aja tar hasilnya dengan do it tomorrow color note life is guaranteedContinue reading “gaya nusantara”
Divagyrations 