plung

it ain't my business
but they name the tree after me
they name the new species
after me
like me

a joke
an honor
a joking honor

but the tree is like me
beautiful
and people are crazy
about me
about me

a joke
an honor
a honoring joke

so i let them name it after me

triumphant yet troubled

lit by expectation and the soft eastern wind
so high the feeling was, like creeping rose vine
trying to reach the poles that train it
or like a caterpillar, trying to find wisdom
in the pages of the leaves

he knows his destiny is written on the leaves

his stomach gets full yet the leaves are still
uncountable
abundant, if you will

like the insect that clings to the single vine
so my heart knows you're there
ever touchable
sometimes think that's unfair

but i conquer the urge to find wisdom
in your habitat, your kingdom
let alone your closet of fashion

he don't own the vine he's clinging to
like my heart--invisibly--clings to you
but whose heart owns yours?
whose eyes gaze at yours?

my hope for you is ever blooming
my hope for you is ever bloooooming

yeah
yeah
yeah

unlike the caterpillar, i understand the meaning of abundance
i will dance dance and dance around the table
then i will above this garden transcend

the meaning of abundance

yeah
yeah

Sniff Sniff

I love the smell of:
essential oil in orange peel
Biasa store
Apple shampoo
Kefir lime
Lemon grass
Fresh cut grass sprinkled with heavy rain drops
Fresh from the oven breads
Arabica coffee powder
Freshly crushed mint leaves
Gas station
Synthetic melon essence
Basil, especially basil leaves with sambal Unyil’s Mom prepared to us eat
with that mysterious white-meated fish
Sambal Mami made for us to eat that golden brown scaly smoked fish
Crushed young guava shoots
Kuah bakso, so spicy esp that with clove and lots of pepper powder
Fried capsicum (after the sneeze inducing phase)
Fried garlic
And lots more

Пастораль

K человеку, который пробуждал мою тоскy
Мою сентиментальность, меланхолию

Во имя красоты природы, Monsieur
Ваши прекрасные слова, я слушаю

Сезон он хорошо знал их:
Тепло весны, кокетливый Святоянский ночи
И осень, которaя всегда поздно пришла
Он сказал, "Зимa знает все радости"

Поэт, который был 38 весны
Oн нарисовал идеальное изображение
В моей голове
Он нарисовал все, со словами:
Олень, лошадь, медведь, луговые
Акация, береза, вишня, река
Смородина, поток, море
Ферме, сирень, Levisticum officinalis

Великий поэт—натуралист!

Он научил меня любить
Он сказал, любовь—олень

Любовь—цветок
Любовь—pанный весный дождь
(Он любил румяные щеки)
Он знал каждый плод земли
Он говорил о них как старые друзья

K человеку, который пробуждал мою тоскy
Мою сентиментальность, меланхолию
Для вас мой стеклo поднимаю! Salute!

(SemSa)

I See Something Fishy!

One morning wakeup at Pulau Peucang to wait for dolphin show. Instead I've got a barracuda show. it was great!

Pretty in Pink

Drooping flowers in pink
looking inviting
yet for a bee like me
i know they bear
no single drop of nectar

they're pink! pink!
and the whole meadow summoned
to the foot of the mountain
that early morning
when pines only served as screen

fuchsia a mantid friend said
to the sniffing felis
but to me i recognised no such name
it's a color too said him

the entire congregation
decided to make a notion
that the owl should speak
a word of wisdom

ask the ash crow
for it will show
it always says i not know
anything that it does more

i was about to open my beak
but then i remembered this
an empty stomach is far more important
to fill than to negate this
and end as the breakfast
of the sniffing felis

Splendor of the Grass

I am weed
in the field
yet I am the rose
among the rocks and dust