On Naked Loo

On Naked Loo 
 

as a refugee, nothing the wail place except in loo

my awe bust be a bow

no monsoon, no treachery, no fog, no distress

except the totem that out from your body

or your bastard filth abated by water        

and your garbage syringes disgust

wish, wash, and you will be clean

Jogja, 26 August 2016

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A Bowl Rue

street saving election agony

ripple and hovering in the air

into your home, include your fate

temptatation swells in your nap

amulet copes deftly, lauds humanity

the crude intention utters on captivity

exhilarate by fist

intimate the grin chill, walks awkward

human rake their own malice

who that didn’t to care own self?

Jogja, 26 August 2016

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The Bullet Flee 

“tranquil dear…” said the whore to her son

her stomach more big like basin back on her cloth

her womb ration the vormit, her thigh be nut in river town

she waits a man as ash to fill her dish

in this city, streets trying suicide, abduct the whore’s attention

dark trying blaspheme to interest the god’s attention

“how long?” cried the whore

city still lives

Jogja, 26 August 2016

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Fornlorn Lane

can you hear the torrent howl?

I wandered around the wheel everyday

a moment

I saw canine breed maracle

her rioutous barked the havoc

saw puppy hurling the clamour

retaliation in starve

can you feel the hungry?

as a witness the duty recurrent

government just give us sheer remain

despite you toss recurrent

just rehearse on feast

then, can God give you all?

people said: everything acquired from Him

He brings joyus

All soveregnty

I am hesistant

He also brings agony, foul, doom

─[just little excerpt, much more]

further goverment

demolition the gait lane

we are their heir

Jogja, 26 August 2016