Stories Buried with Earthworms
Cloudy day, the air wears dark glasses
The sidewalk buttons its coat to the throat
But truth is colder than wind
Songs heard from the gutter
flow through leaky earphones
Your head’s wet, hair’s drenched, feet are dry
Drowsiness always runs wild on the way
but dwindles at home
I bury you in the earth,
planting you with stories
long dead
buried with earthworms
near dead
chewed up by surly germs
Breaking Loose
What’s disappointment made of?
last seen on the side of a cold road
with motor scooters and bikes
Sondre had the cure
is death the cure for life?
singing Melayu
jazz is too hard
Because the last time she heard jazz
the tinkling piano broke loose
flying away with each of her senses one by one
lifting off from her head
to never land again
Like the little joys
born each time you pee
joys the size of dust
but an abundance of dust
can crowd in on you
Ground Control to Major Tom
The sun sinks below your head
so close the curtains when
the sun is still at two o’clock
People isolate themselves in their bodies
shut off the radio
smartphone ash drifting away in the Ciliwung
gets tangled up in fear
before even arriving in Jakarta
Siesta
it’s time to close up shop and close your eyes
lock the door joints because
outside there's rain, lightning, arthritis, and ego
Was time ever this slow
when Siddhartha sat meditating in the Cave of Hira
and skinned time
with a nail clipper
Savor the sunset to its last drop
and go back to hiding
behind our respective astronaut suits
Take a Load Off, Brothers and Sisters
My mom has nothing to be proud of anymore
I don’t memorize the names
of government ministers anymore
We don’t have time anymore
to form forty-eight parties
or bold the titles
in our notebooks
That afternoon my sister raved to me,
“We can find out everything about Amien Rais!
His origins, his family, all through the Internet!”
I could go to Ottawa
with just asl pls
11, F, Bogor
My friend is slowly
turning into fourteen inches
I'm starting to learn
how to loathe humanity
Everyone’s competing to be Rangga
reading literature
trying to look all hip
mailing lists
packed with the door knocks
of atheist missionaries
“Grab some paper and a pen
so I can charm you
but not with poetry
I'm going to explain the theory of relativity”
Books are the new flirtation
the new naughty
and ideology becomes the new poetry
the new sweet talk fodder
The youth
fill their quotas chasing after
renaissance brothers and sisters
Fill up their phone minutes
because there are still plenty
of little brothers and sisters
who need enlightening
“But the kids these days are all spoiled
don’t want to take to the streets
nothing at all
like us in our day!”
Take a load off, brothers and sisters
Hungry Caterpillar
A caterpillar is starving on a laptop corner. Tries to whip up a meal. The key ingredients are on the bottom right of the screen. Blinking boastfully. The spices lie face up along the keyboard. qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm. The caterpillar starts cooking. Picks its spice mix. Boils, then fries. On the bottom right corner of the screen. Volume-based gas range. The meal fails. Our caterpillar cries. Promises it'll never cook again. Until forever and ever. Maybe until its hunger grows fierce as a forest burning down.
Cerita yang Terkubur Bersama Cacing Tanah
Hari yang mendung, udara berkacamata hitam
Trotoar mengancingkan jaketnya sampai ke leher
Tapi kenyataan lebih dingin dari angin
Lagu-lagu terdengar dari got,
mengalir lewat earphone yang bocor
Kepala basah, rambut lepek, kaki kering
Kantuk selalu membuas di perjalanan
namun menciut di dalam kamar
Aku menguburmu dalam tanah,
menanamnya dengan cerita-cerita
yang sempat mati
terkuburu bersama cacing-cacing tanah
yang nyaris mati
dikunyah kuman pemarah
Lepas-lepas
Kecewa terbuat dari apa?
terakhir kali terlihat di pinggir jalan dingin
bersama motor dan sepeda
Sondre punya obatnya
apakah mati obat dari hidup?
bernyanyi Melayu
jazz terlalu sulit
Karena terakhir kali ia dengar jazz
dentingan piano lepas-lepas
terbang membawa kesadarannya satu-satu
lepas landas dari kepalanya
tak pernah mendarat lagi
Seperti bahagia-bahagia kecil
yang lahir setiap habis buang air
bahagia seukuran debu
tapi debu yang banyak
bisa membuatmu sesak
Ground Control to Major Tom
Matahari tenggelam di kepalamu
maka tirai ditutup ketika
matahari masih 14.00
Orang-orang menyepi di tubuhnya
menutup peti berbicara
melarung abu smartphone di Ciliwung
dan tersangkut takut
belum juga sampai Jakarta
Siesta
waktunya menutup toko dan mata
mengunci pintu sendi karena
di luar hujan, petir, encok, dan ego
Pernahkah waktu selambat ini
ketika Siddharta bertapa di Gua Hira
dan menguliti waktu
dengan gunting kuku
Nikmati sunset hingga tetes terakhir
dan kembali bersembunyi
di balik seragam astronot masing-masing
Istirahatlah Kakak-kakak
Ibuku tak bisa lagi berbangga hati
Aku tak lagi hafal
nama-nama menteri
Kita tak lagi punya waktu
membentuk empat puluh delapan partai
atau menebalkan judul-judul
di buku catatan
Sore itu kakakku cerita dengan menggebu,
“Kita bisa tahu semua info tentang Amien Rais!
Asal-usul, keluarganya, lewat internet!”
Aku jadi bisa ke Ottawa
hanya dengan asl pls
11, F, Bogor
Temanku pelan-pelan
menjadi empat belas inci
aku mulai belajar
cara tidak menyukai manusia
Banyak yang berlomba menjadi Rangga
membaca sastra
berwajah senga
milis-milis
dipenuhi ketukan pintu
para misionaris ateis
“Coba ambilkan kertas dan pulpen
buat aku merayumu
bukan dengan puisi
aku akan jelaskan teori relativitas.”
Buku adalah gombalan baru
kenakalan baru
dan ideologi jadi puisi baru
bahan rayuan baru
Muda-mudi
mengisi kuota mengejar
kakak-kakak renaissance
Mengisi pulsa
karena masih banyak
dedek-dedek
yang butuh dicerahkan
“Tapi anak muda sekarang manja-manja
nggak mau turun ke jalan
nggak kayak kita dulu
total!”
Istirahatlah, Kakak-kakak.
Ulat Lapar
Sepotong ulat kelaparan di pojok laptop. Mencoba-coba meracik makanan. Bahan pokok di monitor kanan bawah. Berkejap-kejap angkuh. Bumbu-bumbu telentang sepanjang papan. qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm. Ulat mulai memasak. Pilih racik bumbu. Rebus lalu goreng. Di pojok monitor kanan bawah. Kompor volume-based. Masakannya gagal. Si ulat menangis. Berjanji takkan pernah memasak lagi. Sampai kapan pun. Mungkin sampai lapar sebuas hutan kebakaran.