Fine Knacks For Ladies

3WW...admire piece follow

Season your admiration for a while with an attent ear
Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
What a piece of work is man.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.

PS
Apologies to Will.

Learn Language Through Poetry

Rieke Diah Pitaloka



matamu memandang mataku
your eyes meet my eyes



jemarimu menyentuh jemariku
your fingers touch my fingers



karena itu
Tadi malam kugoresi langit dengan namamu

that is why
I scratched the sky last night with your name

For The Weekend

Fly Me To The Moon

3WW...eject render impact

and next time when I eject
having dropped from the sky
like a meteor crashed to earth
cement rendered on impact
i must crawl to the surface
dust myself off
replace my brain
with just about anyone elses
keep away from the solar system
press all the desensitise buttons
smile switch flickery
stare in vacuo
grin without meaning
never believe in anything except
incy wincy spider, brer rabbit
and the stepford wives
stop playing russian roulette
and remember 'fly me to the moon'
is only the name of a song

Porkies

we said we would remain friends
hoping to stem the gushing
blood flow from the massive wounds
we had inflicted on each other
our devastation too awful to face

we say wished for truths to each other
to salve the agony to unscramble the egg
and as we look up at the sky
we see those pink piggies flying

Mimpi Tercemar

bunyi mata asing menyebar
mimpi tercemar dan turis
dari pulau ke pulau

ah sandiwara ini
ini pun terlalu lama
saya tenggelam
tanpa jangkar saya
tanpa teman saya
saya benar-benar sendirian
tanpa anda

TAINTED DREAM
foreign currency spreads
tainted dreams and tourists
from island to island

ah this charade
this long drawn out play
i'm drowning
without my anchor
without my friend
i'm utterly alone
without you

Pop Art

dverse

wads of crisp green notes
packed and padded
into the pockets of my pants
and campbell soup tins
inspire thoughts of wigs and vinyl
Cool!
"art is what you can get away with"
Andy Warhol