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:

i long

to get rid of all my friends

sometimes

so i can wander the streets

of this city

alone

see my heart

displayed in a thousand teletrons

around bunderan hi

its chambers of horrors

the girls ive abandoned in my life

slaving away in white night gowns

pumping pus

into my veins

i will watch them work

sipping tonkotsu broth

in the revolving restaurant of my heart

26 floors up

never closer to tian !

paradiso

sorga di bumi

i will smile

thinking of how much

ive relied on the kindness of others

for my happiness

and how ive never replied

in kind.

this will not be a long story

no season 2 for the weak-willed !

my life is short

and theres been no glory

only a million firecrackers

in the puffy hands of little children

running amok in the pure black sky of my soul

thanks dave eggers !

ive learnt a lot from your verbal acrobatics

however much i despise

you and your mcsweeneys cohorts !

i will re-read couples

and fantasize about all the possible affairs

i could have with girlfriends

boyfriends wives

husbands of friends

and friends of friends

i will destroy my life

over and over again !

but it will be okay

because everything will be in my head

and in the teletrons

2100 meters below

i see no evidence

of alive brain stem

or the careful calculation

of which path to take

stopping by woods

on a snowy evening

where is the the ?

i hate you robert frost !

even your name is cold

and 2100 meters above sea level

a pair of bamboo chopsticks

feel as heavy as

a fatty smoker's lung.

then i will take

the slowest elevator down

into the basement

of my petty

nit-picking

auto-hagiography.



* the magnetic fields, 'no one will ever love you', i like singing this song to myself, especially these lines

morning, kiddos!

pendongeng tidak akan mendongeng terlalu banyak hari ini

topengnya ketinggalan di loteng

dan lidahnya kelu

bercunnilingus dengan seorang roomee di facebook

semalam suntuk

forgive me!

send him a new heart

and an ice cream in the shape of an ancient bard

double up!

quick smart!

poem inspired by the mahabharata # 1,000,002,103,007,968,001,662

seorang jagoan akhirnya datang
ke medan perang

bersenjata panah
dan beberapa butir merjan

bertopi laken
dada telanjang

jari lentik
angan melayang

penuh fantasi
besok menang!

di belakang pasukan kaki
si jagoan mengamati medan

formasi supit urang
satu peleton membangkang

sangkakala dari cangkang
panji koyak di tiang

di depannya chylabborak
pax dan lord of mice

di sampingnya yudhistira
nakula begawan abiyasa

di belakangnya
istri istri membakar dupa

si jagoan mengangkat busur
berlapis kulit ular

menunggu sangkakala
dan langit bergetar

tak lupa dikulumnya
sebutir merjan

semesta mengkilat
di ujung putingnya yang tegang

diarahkannya busur ke awan
dewa dewa pun berlarian

pekik terompet
dan jerit panik prajurit

akhirnya!
si jagoan tersenyum

panah dilepaskan
dan dunia menyala

bagai daft punk alive 2007
@ coachella

aerodynamite!
harder, better, faster!

stronger than anything
homer had ever imagined

si jagoan membuka matanya
merjan pahit di mulutnya yang kering

di sekitarnya
lingkaran hitam

sepi
tanpa tepi

tinggal dia sendirian
merentang busur kosong

awan lenyap
udara berbau mesiu

di kejauhan
tiga pohon hangus

si jagoan menyeka keringat
di sekitar mata

menundukkan kepala
memandang jari kakinya

sayang,
tak tersisa lagi satu pun pendongeng keliling

yang bisa berblablabla
siapa dia sebenarnya

seorang superhero
human after all