kau dan aku selalu / baks duls selamanya*

dulu semua tergantung pada
jari-jari yang tenang melin-
ting papier yang katamu
lucu seperti kulit kentang dan

 angin yang bersahabat
pada tembakau yang ruwet
seperti pubic hair pacarmu
yang bulan depan datang dari

 brighton, kota pelesiran, 3 hours on the tube. itu kalau
ingatanku tak salah, katamu
sambil mengecap bibir yang

 tak sabar. tentang brighton,
jauhnya dari london, atau
jadwal kedatangannya? tan-
ya udara di puncakContinue reading “kau dan aku selalu / baks duls selamanya*”

where is the madness that you promise me, where is the dream for which ive paid dearly ?*

ive spent too much of my time telling other peoples tales this country the cracks on its concrete-blown surface ive bitten too hard into the mouthpiece of my bards mask there are splinters buried deep all over my tounge time to spit the world out ! let me tell you some things about myself: iContinue reading “where is the madness that you promise me, where is the dream for which ive paid dearly ?*”

toh tidak apa apa bukan hidup semakin lama semakin tidak berarti

—toh tidak apa apa bukankalau hidup sekedar pilihanmenuang bir—erdinger, duvel75 ribu sebotol—dengan busa    atau kering saja kemudian, sebentaraku mau ke toilet duludan di sana menyeka air matadi depan cermin yang retak    tepat di tengahnya memang, jadi semakin susahfokus bekerjahati selalu berdebaringin lagi bercandabersenda gurau    dengan teman —dan bayangan fantastistentang diri sendirisampai—menengok jam tangan tetanggajarum menunjukContinue reading “toh tidak apa apa bukan hidup semakin lama semakin tidak berarti”

bulan tak kusam ketika malam purnama*

<div style="text-align: center;“>malam tak peduli makin bulan makin terangmakin memang di kota ini makin lama makinjarang kita mendongak makin menunduksehingga seperti bom yang meledak di hatiwaktu makin akhirnya tanpa sengaja makinmenengadah dan di atas sana bulan bulat sempurna makin sempurna dengan cincinputih mengurungnya makin gila karena awanmalas pula makin muncul makin membuat kita makin yakinContinue reading “bulan tak kusam ketika malam purnama*”

the clarity of passion

white as the carnation of yr hospital issued apron o nightingale u queen of king county ! <div style="text-align: right;“>with the clarity of passion i go under the union jack his majesty’s tailor in his infinite wisdom had embroidered in gold across yr racks ! <div style="text-align: center;“> SPEAK NOW or forever hold yr grief.

CANTO CXVII (THE LAST DAYS)

whr art thou narasoma?       i hv seen the sacred flies fly       into the mouth of a rotting elephant.       i hv seen the blood red slick earth.       i hv seen                      the world come to an end. i am tired. i hv stopped fixing the wirus onContinue reading “CANTO CXVII (THE LAST DAYS)”

yr pubic hair / is everywhere

the twirls of hair in front of her ears. the young moon of folds above her eyes. the week-old scar of a squeezed acne a centimetre above her left eyebrow. the scar is small, the size and colour of a dark star. the strange centre of her hair, somewhere in the middle of the backContinue reading “yr pubic hair / is everywhere”

lettres choisis #711 (arides the bashful)

ARIDES The bashful AridesHas married an ugly wifeHe was bored with his manner of life,Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might asWell do this as anything else. Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself,“Let her, if she wants me, take me.”He went to his doom. (il miglior fabbro) But what exactly didContinue reading “lettres choisis #711 (arides the bashful)”

only the headstrong

one day it was a fine daythe bus broke down on the way to endei took the chance to pisson a great banyan treeon the side of the roadi saw in the distancethe perfect triangle of a virginactive volcanoit was smoking ashesout of its pointy labiathat was when i realisedtheres nothing harderthan tryingtake still picturesfromContinue reading “only the headstrong”