Friday, October 09, 2009

panas

twiterranny killed me
i have no compunction to write beyond the roof of my mouth
you were waiting for me to rip your daster off
you were waiting for me to offer you a chinoiserie fan
you were waiting for me to give in to your stare
and i cracked open another can of beer
in the balmy afternoon of a third world concretanical garden
and said im in love with your best friend

Saturday, March 08, 2008

one you two me three i see dog i dont understand

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Monday, February 18, 2008

efek rumah kaca hanyalah propaganda al gore belaka

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wait here i have gone to get hell

Tim Etchells, Recent Neons (2007)

and i will never come back

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

to: goenawan mohamad, ie, gott, god, dieu

halo mas goen,

kadang kadang
eh sering deng
saya suka membayangkan
mas goen meloncat melewati sirkel api
tapi gagal
perut mas terbakar
terus aku berdiri tegang
di bangku sambungan yang bergoyang goyang yang yang
pengen tahu juga
tuhan bisa mati juga nggak
gara gara kecelakaan konyol
kemudian gajah bertaring tinggal satu
mengencingi perut mas
bunyinya cesssssssssss
asap putih melayang layang

ya, begitu saja tuhan
doaku malam ini
ayo kabulkan

salam,

HAMBAmu.

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Saturday, February 02, 2008

masalah bahasa yang dapat anda atasi sendiri

MASALAH HATI YANG DAPAT AKU BATASI SENDIRI

ANAK BAJANG MENGGIRING ANGIN

anak anjing menggigit bajing

We Will Write Our Names All Along The Fortification Of This City

in 12 STICKS COLORED ANTI-DUST CHALK

Anagrams

A ram sang

Aku Ingin Jadi Peluru

Dan tameng Hephaestos di dadamu

Sunday, November 25, 2007

torn raw worth

only
the subject matter

is new

sort of

everything else
pedestrian!

it wouldn't be so bad
if

i get run over
by a passing motorist

soon

enough

Monday, November 19, 2007

'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 the moon is full of tears, beautiful
The river, birds, trees & the sangfroid of ecstasy & jets of water,
The grandest jets of waters
Svelte as Parma marbles.

- translitic of Paul Verlaine's 'Clair de Lune'