ada propaganda cinta yang harus selesai sore ini

dan sekarang kau sadar bahwa romantisme bis kota
adalah kemewahan untukmu yang menggigil dalam
pendingin udara xenia

lalu kau terkejut, saat seragam stormtrooper mengkilat
lengkap dengan helm kejam dan bedil laser mencuat
membuatmu sulit ereksi

oh, baby.

bahkan emma watson dalam kostum budak leia
kau lirik sekejap saja
(ada propaganda cinta yang harus selesai sore ini)

mungkin kau harus lapar, tersungkur, bergulingan berpeluk tanah
di taman menteng tengah malam gerah

mungkin kau harus haus
dan dicekik sepi lagi

your cake

blueberry cheesecake dan jalan depan senayan city yang bechek
leherku pegal menahan dorongan menengok ke kiri ke kanan
siapa tahu kau datang, mungkin saja kau mampir, kapan-kapan
layar handphone aus digosok jemari yang haus membelai your cake

tak bisa tidur tak selera makan, semeja pesta yunani romawi tak mampu
bangkitkan selera hidupku, karena apalah arti perut terisi, kalau organ lainnya
kosong dirampas milisi? apalah arti keju basi perancis dan tepung remasan mbakyu
kalau lidah dan langit-langit mulut lekat dengan kata-kata yang tersangkut di sana?

memang berakhir dengan a sweet fuck, berawal dengan a sweet conversation
tapi kenapa punggungmu selalu tegak, pegal mengapit birahiku yang full action?
atau karena langit-langit kamarmu bercorak barbershop neon merah putih biru?
kau merindu saat tubuh kita kaku merapat di lantai dan kau sibuk sendiri di situ.

aku berjanji sayangku, pada zeus dan aphrodite, untuk tenggelam dalam tapa
aku bersumpah semestaku, pada andromeda dan nebula, untuk larut dalam diet
agar curah darahku di piring pesta kita murni tanpa gula-gula atau garam laga
agar irisan dagingku di mangkuk dansa kita suci tanpa lemak mortal combat.





seperti biasa sastra menolak cerdas di sini!

polly said

polly said her back hurts
asked for camomile tea
and jasmine candy

polly said her heart breaks
asked for a-ten-mile sea
and a lovin' mommy

polly, come over to daddy
get ready to meet lucy
a black-hooded girlie




here there and everywhere.

my curtain's flecked with angel's shit

ol' cobain played cricket with a mouthful of pills
and a sackful of breathing bills
he said i took those coz my stomach's hurtin'
we said dont touch 'em coz you'll be dead before mornin'

ol' cobain's checkered flannel shirt, ripped at its elbows
my curtains flecked with angel's shit, flipped at tomorrows

before him metals and grind cores are nothing but non-keyboards moanings
after him petals and wind choires are everything that choke my meanings

and i'm still hoping to hold my can
to answer you with a yes and a can
when deep down inside its all a mess
that never ends




mampir di sini.

singing praise jesus haleluyah

we drink oil, daily, singing praise jesus haleluyah
and will not satisfy until all lands surrender
coz nothing is sweeter than murder
in the name of mesiah

coz nothing is sexier than
a resurrected pariah

lari di tempat sama yoshi di kamar saya.

the sun in your eyes couldnt find the door?

when we, unashamedly, gathered in this warnet here
that warnet there, to get a glimps of darlings 404
not found nanda and amed and hey people its not
not not not not supposed to be fucking found!

when we, innocently, gathered in print in televuckinvision
radio and gallantly sang curses to these darlingsssssss
no wonder lennon felt crucified no wonder jesus jesus
jesus was crucified. coz we're all vermins.

i couldnt find you, darling 404
was it because you've never
seen me before?

or, the sun in your eyes
couldnt find the door?

oh guess who's dancing with the who?

jedowney donni menjelajah jakarta

jedowney donni menjelajah jakarta
kota di mana malaikat menjarah
jarah jarah jarah mary and jane

lady jane under the broadwalk
met mjohani and got down under
real quick even before you could spell
m.j.h.o.l.i.c.

realfuckingquick.

jedowney donni menjelajah jakarta
karena jawa memang barat
oh sangat jauhna, pulangna malamna
tak sehat buat mary jane

jedowney donni n mjohani
where do you want to be
tonight with me?

pesta pora kata-kata di blog edophilia. lengkapnya loncat ke sana.

forever not found your 404

forever not found 404 coz flock the geese in your monitor
forever not found evermore, coz guitar god gary moore
is no longer the master of his finger, your finger
our fingers lickin good, lickin the mighty penis
sprouting on someone's head in memphis

wunderbar i'd rather wunderlust to move my feet
off the ground humping around to bali, to bali
to the place where poets and tourist roam
to the paddy fields like the one in your
pretty postcards, playing cards in foam
in foam, whooooooooooooaaaaaaaaam

the girl with braids sang halleluya, she just
wrote the lines up there, yesterday
while we were stuck up there
in the air
in the air
in the air

flock your rock and check the dying polar bear
at the nearest movie palace, william wallace
will tear his heart out at the sight of those
dancing dolphins
dancing cheetah
dying carribou
dancing and fucking
but mostly dying
in death's embrace

in
death's
embrace.

amazing grace, is when you find an apple
on the sidewalk, covered with chalk
and you ask the bystander have you seen
my baby?
my baby?
my
baby?

have you seen
my
baby?

forever not found your 404 baby
coz she's too busy flocking
with
cccccccybbbbbooorrggs
who couldnt even spell
or
pronounce
h i g h.

dancing on top of aconcagua with mj, allstar, metta, n gedong.