Simpleline

        [setengah]



Of a garnish

 swifting through a 1 cm possibility of the first clasp


Of your cutlery

 powerful bottom-based

 cutting me off your sweet, sweet words

 contemplating the conclusion


Of your pale

 I surrender to God

 I render for your stare

  begging you to please,


 please


{perpetuated}

Of your arms

Of your shoulder blade

Of your forehead

 this message is an intuition

 a flaw, temper of my colewslaw flare


I crave you

I swear I will eat you

Spill me your most indulging request

this Simpleline


Drawn for the curtain

Pull it for the stories to begin

 the stories to continue

 continued by me and you.



Of your thoughts

 I saw a small blank memo

 I ever wished I could sip


Of an ANKH

 one eye at the South, one at the East

 sinners to have a feast -

 please,

 this crotch is craving its itch


please


hand me a little move

a line for you to make

a simple story we'd ever drawn

 -please


Of your Red,

 Yaritomo to our bass

 flicked to our beats

 flipped for our thrills

 a vibration to the pelvis.


To, for, you, me, in, out -please

We please for days to seconds

 seconds to ticks

 -stop


Off we go

 this crotch is feeling bliss

 greenest yard for our pad to land

 to the shivering City of Angels


Please


This Simpleline


Off we go

 -please

 

Please just go.



SORE HARI

 

Hey baby you must have been busy 

I am sitting here next to you

Capturing the landscape in ordinary eyes, mercy of God, the beauty of you

Liking it here to poke your belly, 

ticke your cheek with words

unspilled lust 

and unleashed dosage of sins

Contemporary hugs, everlasting two doves

Hey baby you must have been busy

I question your presence here,

the spider web trapping us together in delusion

fantasy and anything fancy

Hey baby you must have been busy

Let's go baby,

hit the road with bare-feet


Take the distance


We break what it shouldn't've been here.

VIVIAN

part 1

There is a girl named Vivian

Vivian is a 12 year-old little girl with her pony falls down perfectly each time she finished her shower time
Vivian combs her 60 cm long hair with the comb given by her father for her 3rd birthday.

Vivian loves to cook.
She cooks fettucini, she serves Tacobell and she also dishes ketoprak. She is a Gado Gado of the 30th century.
Her eyes is a voyage when she has pan and fire settles in a nature, there she goes as a Barb Wire.

Vivian loves wearing boots. She collects boots from the ankle high to the corset boots. She is a Vivian of Edward Lewis from Beverly Wilshire of California.
Everytimes she has one pair wore, she flies on the ground like she is the Ariel by the off-shore.

Vivian speaks French, Vivian speaks Slavic, she does also speak Javanese.Her tongue and teeth dinging like a Gamelan with a twist of magic everytime she speaks a trick.

In case someone would be wondering, Vivian yes does love magic. She married David Wonder, a Mongolian Boston-based Shamanism.
They both sleep underneath the Central Park, with snowflakes covering their cold night as a light.
They make love.
Vivian says "i love you" ; "I am on now, V', David replies.
They can have a smooth corner with fur glued and Komodo guarding their Nina Bobo dew.

They are so much a vampire couple in a summer night.
They get sweat, the freeze the night so neat that this should never get any more sad.

Vivian came to David's headquarter in Peru one morning. She complained for an itchy on her back. She did cry several times , David complained back for a zero of his medication level.
Vivian scratched her back to bleed, her claws are a thunder in dark bizzare seen by the pupils in class.

David burned a Wódka.
He set a basket in a fire, he poured together the salts and sands, he water it with the mud he once spelled for a health reason brought to the ritual night.
The mixture "ssszhh" him for few seconds he did not realize that the itch in her Geulis's back has grown to a mutation.

It was a circle at first sight,shaped to another corner the red gap. From the center dot, there came out the black ink creating another blink.
David spoke none and Vivian screamed out loud until dawn.

The moon shown.
Vivian laid down in her faint, David's hands are in his wife waist.

"hey..", Vivian touch her wild lips to David's gentle lips.
"Vivian. You're bloomed", David kiss Vivian's chicks.
They both got up like not a single pain ever happened to their life.

Vivian is flying. She is in the ground and David with his antlers and hands on the waist of Vivian's. They kissed so light and biting to cheeks.

The sun's flare is another morning spelled by David to greet Vivian's new gift.
David gets high every night, every morning and every minute spent to stare at Vivian's back.

Vivian is a new strong mutated 12 year-old girl with her pony falls down perfectly each time she finished her shower time.
She combs her 60 cm long hair with the comb given by her father for her 3rd birthday.
She climbs up the hills every morning and meets up her friends just to show how happy she is with herself. Especially, her new back.

Vivian is proud. She glitters her life with praise and joyous words worship to his Creator.

She is the Rodeo Drive girl, she is the Mongolian princess with Salem talent.

Vivian and David loves each other.
"i cannot sleep, David" she whispers in his Kasep's ears before bed ; "i am high, lift me higher and let's fly, my tandem"

in case someone would be wondering, Vivian yes does love magic. She married David Wonder, a Mongolian Boston-based Shamanism.
Vivian loves David.

David will always hold her back. Vivian is a Calcium still.

/TO BE CONTINUED..

HMMM..

just smelled an excitement beyond the blue.

just smelled an excellence beneath the blue.

drag the cursor onto the clue

breath in proper , tingling in you.

FOREVER

ever once slept for a note / ever had a frangipani left on my thighs / ever marked a hasta manana / ever shot a prophecy a Holy

ever be drunk / ever be jubilee / ever did a mercy / ever cursed lovelies

for ever be grace for Holy / for ever give second to merry zvasiti / for ever the tongue drained / for ever He named be my bravery.

1. Pragmatic soul

2. Traditional imagery

3. Branding the colors

4. Building spirit and to breath


->

-> have buried the good memories and longlost dreams.

-> building seeds and quilting sins.

-> passing demo and stitching demo. now, sticking to status quo.

-> bye bye bello, hello mucho gummo. dumbass.

-> rapped: bread, sands, drinking to the brands and building name in the sake of staking for the stands.


BARE

get out of the hemisphere, stay into your fear.

as the troll heading out to get you and tear, stay fear.

once you got torn, don't try to change the lanes.

coz when the rain start doing parade, the brain will stop them bringing you stains.

MOANING

it was intimate joy when your acrylic paint bottle spilled all over my brain. morning playlist boosting. they seem to be telling a truth.

I let my palette keep rushing. in rush. brushing. flicking. blaring the opaque. keeping you in the middle and minding my book.

bloated mind is in fact invaluable. required no one of it. none of above.

I pick my other silk. I pick my sticks and brush, and the flares. I close my eyes, I dream, I admire my saints. I am with other canvas.

THERMOMAGNETIC

There was a Train Station near my house.

I was awaken by the cuckoo of my neighbors. The “KABOOM!!” was surrounding me with amphetamines and calcium, an love, and here…

I was actually dreaming of a sheep colony. Hanging around my yard with nobody could guess where they exactly came out from. They’re doing Bharatanatyam with the Master of Ceremony, with Jagger jamming under mine and Jacqueline’s seats. Knowing nothing what will happen time after the last beat of the drum-sticking-to-the-last-song , we cut our time and went back home.

Jacqueline bought a roasted peanuts on our gateface, She enjoyed each bite right ‘till the last crumbs her an on her boobs. I was watching her anxiously when suddenly she was chocked. I got panic at the first shot of her throat, I hit the wall when she pushed me when she was shouting for air to find the way out, then I was shambling away to find where the doctor when I found out that Jacqueline had shove my 21ST Century-trendy-Sidekick down her throat. Too brilliant.

Wait, uh. A girl with her chimney-skirt, pumps, skinny AWW!!, long blowed hair by the pollution, with double class lips-shinner.

And, she flaz into me. We shook hands. Starring each other like we had bad and therapeutic light-candle surrounding. Eyes closed.

I was awaken by the chewy cushion owl doll and clean feathers falling down on my face, I was like a video-tape mannequin. The “TING TINGG!” from the bell was surrounding me with love, skins, affair, and, here . . .

I was actually dreaming of a Pixie colony. They were right flying above my head like I saw when I hit a pole in five years old. They were reading in the air, they were pulling the hair one at another. They were DJs, they were artists, they were hitmen, they were mafia.

The AWW!! Bought a bunch of flowers near her apartment in a very considerate price. She loved the smells, her eyes closed tight as though she was in a commercial-break seen on the TV. She feels the oasis; she feels the food chain has already been underrated. I was watching her like a Dalmantian for a cowbones when she suddenly didn’t recognize a bee just pulled her nose hair out and she lost her voice. I wasn’t panic. I shuffled myself out of the case when I realized that she was tumbling down the bees’ nest when I was washing the bedcover.

I was . .

End of discussions *feet down* 

DELTA

Front tip.

A turtledove couple. Squishing, cuddling, roughing around the in the nest. Writing down the dirty lovely story.

Covered by secret doctrine by the male-phrase ; the female-phrase , qultting, dancing the wool as though she is a one-night-1001-arabia-nights-lady into each of holes the ,male-phrase has. Smooth, sweet, honest, and frankly . . she’s got her tip on her spit.

Look at the signature she just found in the hole! Signed by an Einsteinette-Asian-Hunk. She fell fainted afterwards over the pattern. Love is awake.

Right tip.

A dungeon.

A troll, hide-and-seeking with the squirrel and tentacle and The Good and The Bad.

Trusting each other that nobody wants to attend the nature which once said “hey! It should be floating and twirling around the corals with the Clowns and the Dorys” ; “you should be helping the Woodpeckers “ and then , “why don’t you just go out and kick someone else’s ass out for a glimpse-of-sunshine slipped under the armpits , behind the wingbones, and the torpedo of those ducks ; chickens ; pigs corpses at the butchery?”.

Surely, love is in the air. Times two.

Left tip.

No one knows when exactly the time is when Adam and Eve did their “child-progressive-making”. But an enormous countdown within chlorophyll just told the evil-snake that they are doing it now.

“Inside of you. Inside of your lad. Inside o f the chemistry evil-snake had found just several hours after its birth”.

But, trust me, it contains love as well.

And the branches tell us a lot of love that our clan is doing-and-living-in now.

Surely. Sure, the delta is the air of our irony. It actually happens.


Serabut Jakarta

Senang sekali. Matahari. Deru besi. Tanki bensin. Asap rokok.  Duduk ngangkang. Duduk bersila. Panjat besi. Panas gengsi. Dengerin musik luar negeri dari telinga sendiri. Asap rokok. Deru besi. Plastik barang. Hentakan batu di jalan. Tidak mau kepanasan. Gengsi, Padahal gak mau nasi basi. BLOK M. 19. Ya, Sembilan Belas. Seragam hijau. Asap rokok. Duduk ngangkang. Duduk bersila. Panjat besi. Panas Gengsi, kata orang. Padahal tidak sama sekali. Hanya saja, mengakui kemolekan diri sendiri. MARKAS POLRI. PASARAYA. BLOK M. 19. Ya, Sembilan Belas. Seragam hijau. Panjat besi. Turun lagi. Mau nyebrang, tapi ga jadi. 160. Ya, Enam Sepuluh. Ada di belakang tubuh sendiri. Tepat di depan tiang lampu lalu lintas. DI trotoar tempat tubuh berdiri. Asap gila. Masih di BLOK M. Macet tapi rapet. “Rapet tapi gak wangi”. Ga ada kekasih di sini. Menemani. Ya, ga ada kekasih di sini. Duduk ngangkang. Duduk bersila. Panjat besi. Bawa kantong permen. Bawa triplek besar berbentuk. Berdua. Nyanyi sendiri. rapet. “Tepuk tangan gak yah?”. “Menurut ngana?”. “Kasih duit gak yah?”. Amal Natal. “Yuk mari!”. Telat. Minta duit apa perut kebelit?. Buru-buru amat pergi. PANGLIMA POLIM. Maju terus. Ga mungkin juga mundur. Panas Gengsi kata orang. Padahal tidak sama sekali. Hanya mengakui kemolekan diri sendiri. PANGLIMA POLIM. Maju terus. “Kok rame?”. “Kok ada SALE?”. “TOKO ELECTRONIK?”. “Hotel lagi?”. Panas gengsi. “Ada yang turun lagi?”/ Panjat besi. Bawa anak. Panas-panas gini. 610. Ya, Enam Sepuluh. DARMAWANGSA. Maju terus. Ga pake gengsi. Ga mau makan nasi basi.

28/12

19, 610, Jakarta.