bersama yang berkeliaran
di malam
dan di dalam
kita berhenti sejenak
sejengkal dari waktu
dan nikmati keraguan yang psikedelik
Malam awal musim panas
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
gerutu yang tak cerdas
dengan sedikit noda cat di tangan
dan pening yang menandai malam
harus segera berakhir
kita menggerutu
menggerutu bersama
tentang kewarasan yang timbul tenggelam
tentang yang datang dan hilang
tentang yang mendekat
hanya untuk menghilang
entah sesaat, atau entahlah
kita menggerutu
menggerutu bersama
tentang paras, tentang majas, tentang malas
dan tentang segala yang bias
kita menggerutu
gerutu tak cerdas
#malam di akhir musim semi dengan cuaca yang kerap digerutui
dan pening yang menandai malam
harus segera berakhir
kita menggerutu
menggerutu bersama
tentang kewarasan yang timbul tenggelam
tentang yang datang dan hilang
tentang yang mendekat
hanya untuk menghilang
entah sesaat, atau entahlah
kita menggerutu
menggerutu bersama
tentang paras, tentang majas, tentang malas
dan tentang segala yang bias
kita menggerutu
gerutu tak cerdas
#malam di akhir musim semi dengan cuaca yang kerap digerutui
Thursday, May 9, 2013
half an hour before class
curry with overly thick soup, check
mixed a bunch of pepper, and a handful of chili powder, check
that was two or so hours past
and it's over
like all calmness of indifference
when I got caught between two unknowns
one was nice, the thought of losing it was
painful
two were a mistake
a dreadful one
nice music online, check
class materials, check
that has nothing to do with half of me
anxious, sleepy, half conscious
wandering through the torturing unknowns
by Todaro or Smith or Toynbee
or whoever
or whatever
one was brilliance, the thought of losing it was
a sorrow
two were gorgeous
mistake
mixed a bunch of pepper, and a handful of chili powder, check
that was two or so hours past
and it's over
like all calmness of indifference
when I got caught between two unknowns
one was nice, the thought of losing it was
painful
two were a mistake
a dreadful one
nice music online, check
class materials, check
that has nothing to do with half of me
anxious, sleepy, half conscious
wandering through the torturing unknowns
by Todaro or Smith or Toynbee
or whoever
or whatever
one was brilliance, the thought of losing it was
a sorrow
two were gorgeous
mistake
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