Inebriated
By your good fortune, you flew
Too close to the sun.
#600 Tentang Hari-Hari Yang Berlari Kencang
Kudaku lari gagah berani
Gagah lejang mengaum garang
Degup liarnya meragut hari
Buas nafsu menerkam siang.
#599 On Death’s Dark Machete
Fate's marionette, you ambled blind
Through Life's dark byways - lost, unmoored.
With every hurt, you hurt in kind,
Unthinking, Life has left you floored.
Your eyes alit with Terror's blaze,
Death's dark machete counts the days.
(inspired by Paul Auster's father, and all the other traumatised, useless fathers out there)
#594 Tentang Nafas Rindu
Dengan setiap rukun ruku’ dan sujud
Aku ampuhkan seluruh pancaindera
Menempuh alur waktu dan wujud
Membucu setiap sisa rasa sengketa
Pancungkanlah nafsu buasku, Tuhan
Agar dapat aku bernafas tanpa sedan.
#590 On the Atmosphere of a Bookshop Cafe
The click and flush of
The coffee machine mingles
With tepid muzak.
#589 On the Sauronic Glare
Sentinel of fire
Upon its shadowless throne:
Angry eye, glowering.
#588 On This Vicious Parade
With daggered eyes we
Scowl at the Other; age-old,
This vicious parade.
#587 On Being Stuck in a Traffic Jam in Serdang
In metal coffins
We marched grimly as the sun
Baked us to a crisp.
#585 On Mommy’s Nightly Games with Puff Puff
Every night, she jumps the shark of
Felt necklace and twirling string.
With eager anticipation of leisure,
She is a blur of black and white, swirling
In tune to mommy’s fierce fantasia.
Each evening, a declaration of love.
#584 On Your Subtle Benediction
Benedictus,
Beneath the humdrum throb of daily life,
I can almost hear the silent bassline
Of your Music: the constant and active
Act of Creation that disarms the knife
Of Chaos and repels the saturnine
And the unjust and the invidious.
I close my eyes; I will away the intrusive
Glare of vile, idolatrous strife.
I surrender to Your Music: subtle and benign.