Carcass Mouse
Below Under mango tree
which me plant three last year
carcass of mouse
shot [by] hunter
of aroma three-day
have the of current,
stinking [of] body of disseminating everywhere
late to each and everyone refrain from
my neighbour sniff that aroma
search for where that aroma come [in] moat,
below/under the tree
of him make cannot sleep
the the hunter pass with the him of impressing
do not do something
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Kartini
Kartini Mesh by hand own
Cowl make dear mother
In silent solid angle
In its liver angle; corner vacuous
Because have to embroider her destiny
In shadow of the hand of her father
With the pen
and tear ink
the writing of letter
above have sheet to white paper
handcuff the custom poorness
putting in the stocks expression space
woman of the same nation
opening darkness screen, searching bold
to continent dream
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Ilusion
under mango tree
every evening
a spell of
in front of my house
father fiddle faddle until night
still converse its dreams
very rich country dream
from money which is taken care of
from nymph, genie, and other smooth creature
without job
that empty
dream always twist
and offer the sham bliss
even so
they do not bored
conversing of it until today
and just still be [of] people got taken
with illusion.
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The Pretender
A woman approached, asking
'Why do my eyes prop? '
'Probably going to give money to someone,
but forgotten '
why your eyes so sore. but he is mistaken,
'I want to check the money,
or want to charge but shame, '
I pretended not to know,
I actually know
I know, yes I do not want to give money
because I know
He often deceive you too
This world is already full of deceit
mirror tipudaya
There in the eyelid
the fraudster
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Tunable Sound of Nyai Panjang Mas
I am the village women,
can only read and write Java script,
Javanese
not the letter Pallava and Sanskrit
rather than the Latin alphabet, Arabic and Chinese
if every person who comes to my house
Should replay pronunciation sounds the letters
Although my eardrums vibrate by a strange hum,
vowel pronunciation of foreign languages
swirling around my body style
difficult to flourish
in the garden a sense of my life
let alone love
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Thou Love
Don't you still remember
in coastal curve road
in brush wood
I kiss your lip
with the billow wave the ocean
hereafter fatigue
last we sit prolonging
in coastal lip
at the same time look into the wave
what its waves
many times
kissing coast
like sign of our love
what have never used up
and can be swallowed by dark of night
but when earthquake break the coast
we grope to return the love
where our love
be hidden of Thou Love.
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Life Uselessness
new space still be disorderly
window curtain which poke
like army flag which fail the war
chair which its spume have destroyed
poking my bottom when siting
idea do not be important
which can born from there
except hunchbacked grandfather
sit in mat of semi furling
I confuse
what else I which must write
except life
uselessness
from body which Old age
what momentarily
consisting with land; ground
where he come
for centuries then.
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Cat Carcass
Last Night two storm cats above roof
my two eyeballs were difficult to close
now I 'm very sleepy
Before that night a child cat was hit taxi
in the grandpa house curve
the taxi driver took the cat carcass
it was buried in the corner curve
while he pray to kept away from the bad fate
like the kitten
but I did not know
whether the prayer of the taxi driver had permited
I myself confuse
now the cat child remained one
is sleeping his mother brazz
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The Sms Piles of Sorrow
sms sms piles
all for attention
while I, who noticed
you try to think
it all revolves around coin
the jingle, gold, silver and copper
each has different weights
including that which ye
gold, silver or copper
dying souls
attached to the wishes
world, the cause of suffering
you try to think
why every weekend
they went to the mountains,
the lonely places
they want to let go of the pain of it
However, in the wrong way
not wrong, if tears
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Old Story from Bandung
Tracing free road; street
resistance
to Bandung
this is Old story
what always impressed
in liver alcove
innermost
what always emerge
when passing to take the air
in that town
we have gone up the pedicab
inversed almost
but pedicab worker sprier
quickly pedicab brought back
to position from the beginning
and we accelerate to return
in silent public road
chilled
I and you are
mute
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