2 a.m coffee

two a.m coffee
repeated shows on tv

the same stories
the old memories

faded pieces of herstory

memories once shared
now belonged to the ignorant night

tears and agony
blended in her coffee

coarse, black, bitterly honest

repetition of thought
went on smoldering for years
deeply buried beneath her fears

twas the time for her
to avow her thought

before another pot
of sorrow
be poured in to her tomorrow's show

for two from one

'tis with thorns i come to thee

a drop of poisoned coffee
sipped from ivy's toxic lips

a spoonful of 'monkshood' stew
for thine spirit to chew

sit still and be fully agree with me
if not be
        permanently my silent enemy
for thy victory is my enmity

ye! skinny!

enjoy this conspicuous conspiracy
the enormities endorsed by my toadies

nay!
no confetti in thine party





note:
one is #Jokowi
two is Prabowo
(indonesia's presidential election)

my poetry is about to leave

my poetry is about to leave
the paper will soon be empty

yet every syllable will forever linger
in the stanzas that hold them together

like chocolate
that holds the almond nuts

i'll keep my poetry well

in the clef of my heart she dwells

prayers and faith
be the sandwich on my plate

it's more than a heartbeat
a complete recital in one single beat

(the poetry that stays in my artery and my misery)

the assassin (2)

the nights bless her soul
grant her power to mock other souls
      she feels water like rivers
       flowing through her fingers
tonight, a pile of papers
will be soaked in blood
       the moon will be the only witness
       of a young heart with a grand lust
       to play god over the living dust
metal rifle, fuzzy trigger
bullets aimed on papers
      hit the ailing hearts
      of the losers
      of the loners