Poem | Remote Control

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Should I start my morning with a cup of black coffee that lost its smell, before I set a fire to burn the fog blanket, that wrap my body with coldness?

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Sleeping pills can’t beat me
no matter how much I can take everyday
a nightmare becomes too real
like I watch it on TV
I try to press pause, skip or stop button
on a remote control
that I hold now
in my hand

But, I’m trembling
A remote control is slipped of my grip
Take it!
Before a monster steal it
and control my steps
to the edge of the hell

Yogyakarta, July 27th, 2020-12.26 p.m.

Poem | A Pledoi of A Bad Girl

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I’m tired of this warning
that always be doctrine
to steal ‘me’ from myself

In the name of safety, modesty or men’s authority
the laws told me to bow 90 degree
in front of Your Majesty
to protect my dignity

Cause I have no place to stay
Heaven is only for a lovely lady
who doen’t mind to trade her choice
becoming a slave under your feet
so you can’t be dethroned

But, I’m too rebel
Not a good girl who you can handle
So, you have to be with an angel
Cause I’ll back to the hell
except I can win over this battle

Yogyakarta, July 14th, 2020-08.43 a.m.

*) Note : A word ‘pledoi’ comes from Dutch, ‘pleidooi’, which means defense. In law field, pledoi is a term that refers to the last attempt of the defendant or attorney to defend the client’s rights, defend the truth he believes in, according to the evidences that revealed in the court.

Poem | Chronos (1)

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The numbers surround
a pair of needle
that always left marks
on every second

it goes by

swallowingyesterday
at 00.00
and never spit it out
digesting in never ending cycle
to be transformed into ‘tomorrow’
who wears ‘morning’ clothes
and rip off its ‘night’ cloak

Yogyakarta, July 10th, 2020-05.11 p.m.