my first entry for the clockwise project. find out about the project here https://clockwisewise.wordpress.com/about/.
afterlife in a glass of orange juice
a pierce at the centre of my chest
i thought the sounds of the world are not that amazing
and i grew tired of my own reflection on my mobile phone screen
i was an itch that would never go away
the ghost in your grandmother’s picture
and all the while you stay still
soaked in your bathtub
i like stories
ending with somebody drowning
and smelling good
we used to look outside
commenting on the many lives passing by our window at the corner
thinking we should at least have a bit of fun while we waste ours
though only secretly
and in our big little heads we wanted to believe
take pride even
in having total control of the process
we thought this wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t let it
and so we told stories
none of them ours
held on to the neverending,
hopefully like the night,
glasses of cheers
laughed sinister laughs
pleasant to our heartless ears
we had the suspicion this could actually be
prayed hard for it,
then washed it down with
they brought tears to our hopeless eyes
then one night we held hands under the table
another we tried to look more drunk than we really were
(after you kissed me in the rest room)
and now we are looking in
at the dusts sitting in our chairs
and we walk
leap glistening boy / life feeds in the passing moon / rippling midnight clouds
about 21 hours ago in reply to oomslokop
you stood glossed in front of me.
like an antique.
and everything else just stopped.
like almost dead.
you stood blurred in front of me.
like a shadow.
like a demon.
and the rest just faded away.
like a small feather.
like almost gone.
21 january 2001
“bagaimana sembuh dari asmara, kecuali dengan perang?” (centhini – kekasih yang tersembunyi, hal. 31)