Setoples garam, sejumput di jarinya
Dikulum masa mudanya, berani.
Bukan hanya menembak, menusuk
Melayangkan doa istri yang merindu
Menghapus sosok bapak, dari sang anak
Dikenangnya pandangan serdadu itu

Jarinya adalah maut, matanya adalah bidik
Senapannya adalah kubur, pelebur semua cinta
Juang adalah bahan bakar seruannya, Merdeka!
Bambu itu simbol perjuangan, ibu
Namaku akan seharum sukma bapak!

Saat kawannya berkawin, bunting, mati
Dia tetap bersolek layaknya gadis
Gincunya dari belanda, mengucur langsung
dari lubang pelornya tepat di jantung
Bedaknya dari tanah desa bapaknya dulu bergundu
Parfumnya alami dari pori-pori semangatnya berlari
Belum lagi perhiasannya,
Antingnya dari granat, meledak tepat di sisinya
Kalungnya adalah medali sebagai
pengingat maut, bergurau dengan nyawanya

Tiba saatnya dia berbaring,
lelah, terluka dan pusing
Menjadi guling yang dicengkramnya
Berselimut lumpur dan mayat
sebagai kasurnya, lelap.

Senja itu angin semilir bergema
Kenangan atau mimpi, dia berandai
Namun pecah ketika aku berteriak
Ibu! Sudahkah? Aku lapar!

She sit then grow something in my cup of coffee*

How can something so obvious become generous?
When we talk about ferrous and phosphorus
Chemistry and smile become vitamin
and your whole existence, addicting
like a bunch of amphetamine.

**** like you did in January
Oh, my lady died in beauty
For my butler, angel and death
In your hand, smell like a ****

Tahukah kamu, di tepi jendela itulah
Cinta dan kasih kusimpan
Lalu kau terbang semilir dan mencuri
Setiap tak ku tutup jendelanya

Tahukah kamu, berembun juga kaca
Jika di tepi jendela kau tiup rasa
Menjadi buram, dan tak sejernih air pula
Pandangan matanya?

Jika nanti ku kunci engselnya
Engkau tak bisa meluncur seenaknya
Meniup gundah keluar kamar
Hingga sinar senja membayang pudar

Jika nanti kau masuk
Sebagai kupu-kupu lembayung
Yang terhuyung hinggap di tepi jendela
Temani aku, sebentar saja

Ditepi jendela aku kehilangan
Cinta kasihku, ketika
Kau bersemilir masuk
Dan mencuri keduanya

Only four of us today
We can have some tea and don't have to pay

Poems are ready to display
Who will start to read today

Poems on love, poems on war
Poems on strangers at the door

Minds are working oh so fast
From the first poem to the last

We put them up on a screen
Where all our poems can be seen

I want to write about you
I want to let you know
I’ll send my love to you from afar
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Describe you as a perfect disaster
Make you feel the same way I feel
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Make you a king among all the people
I’ll give you the crown you deserve
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Your hair always up in a quiff
Eyes shining like a dime
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Tell you how it feels
To not be loved back
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Tell them how it feels
When you looked at my way
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Tell them how it feels
When you looked at her with affection
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Tell them how much I want your eyes to look at me
Tell them how much I want you to smile at me
I want to write about you

I want to write about you
Months had passed
And now I can’t remember your face
I want to write about you

I want to remind you
Notice me as soon as you see me
‘Cause I might not remember your face
I want to remind you

I want to remind you
Talk to me please
Your voice is only what I can recognize
I want to remind you