your polo horse lost one of its legs your skin glows like the last amber of the mayan civilization your hair the colour of piss-christ how long how long must i sing your praise? does anyone know anymore the meaning of #bloodlibel your eyes the color of ruined coral does not everyone jerk off insideContinue reading “giving up the fun”
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not me
there’s a zebra, a tree and a post-partum you you never told the zebra you were post-partum you mauled the zebra uprooted the tree cut the rainbow to pieces the zebra forgave you the tree forgave you but if you look closely the zebra’s stripes have been rearranged they look more like lightning bolts andContinue reading “not me”
entombed
do not take the left hand path of less travelled the road to wisdom is paved with corpses of those who revel in flesh when life has ceased a sort of sleepless dream ends we are not supposed to rot without having reached higher grounds but life goes on a bitter loss will soon beContinue reading “entombed”
Percolator
I’m losing steam Choo choo Trang Nguyen Choo choo Trang Nguyen Git me a cup of mandailing Choo choo Trang I’m losing you
pure
i’ve got no trust in anyone even bespoke tailors by appointment of his majesty the queen freddie mercury i’ve got no trust in you home is where the hijab is i stick out a finger in the direction of mawadah warrahmah wassalam i’ve got no trust in me even a bespoke me my dandyism endsContinue reading “pure”
through the thick and thin
will your fringe into pompadour fate will help you rearrange your room against the wisdom of the day you rail up into the melancholy of coffee shop windows oh up against your will through the sadness of euro tunnel the thickness of la défense the thinness of thai stick
stacks and whispers
you broke me in like a pair of jeans you broke me just say what you feel forget about combs whiskers stacks contrast fades just soak everything in dettol pour hot water every 30 minutes you broke me in good like a pair of flat head 3001 you crushed me into ataris forgetting the eraContinue reading “stacks and whispers”
sesuatu afrizal malna*
ledakan-ledakan kecil jadi kebakaran dalam tubuh saya. saya adalah orang yang percaya dengan referensi. abad yang berlari bukan puisi saya, itu puisi indonesia. di senen, di dunia saya, telinga bisa dijadikan kuping. hidup adalah getaran lantai bis kota. dada datang dari dunia yang tidak bernama. saya kembali ke tubuh saya. saya percaya dengan pekerjaan-pekerjaan fisik,Continue reading “sesuatu afrizal malna*”
kau dan aku, slightly mobilized
semua tergantung pada jari-jari yang tenang melinting papier yang katamu lucu, seperti kulit kentang. angin sedang bersahabat pada tembakau yang ruwet, seperti pubic hair. pacarmu bulan depan datang dari brighton, three hours on the tube. itu kalau ingatanku tak salah, katamu sambil mengecap bibir yang tak sabar. tentang brighton, jauhnya dari london, atau jadwal kedatangannya?Continue reading “kau dan aku, slightly mobilized”
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 lipsContinue reading “larf”
Divagyrations 