Freudian Discourse

I think, therefore

You are; Not Descartes,

Just we; Seeing inside

Through the holes; We possess

Drips of lust; And drips of lust

anjing hitam berhenti menggonggong

ternyata hanya butuh beberapa hari
sampai gonggongannya berhenti
dan sang pejalan memutuskan tak lagi sekedar singgah
dia sudah di rumah


#malam lembab musim panas

Cloud at the End of the Night

Well,
is something to say
When we could barely
Talk our way out
From a collapsing bridge
By riding on a cloud
Dark, thick and thundery
Just like what we are all about