My world is spinning while I'm spitting till morning.

Gotta stay alert for bell ring, cos I don't wanna miss my flying.

The bottles made me crying, the afterward is actually the ring.

Jackpot is not what I'm expecting, better do some sleeping.
These words just popping, I'm high and writing.
Eucalyptus oil keeps me away from drowning, does better than just mubbling.

Mks, okt 2016

Rinduku ditebus sederet angka, 

yang terlunaskan di muka,
sebelum temu mengumbar bara,
walau harus ditutup rela.

Dari gumpalan enggan rinduku subur,
dihangatkan paksa dan dijauhkan tugas,
lalu dicicil dalam tanya dan hela napas.

Lalu kau bertanya,
masihkah rindu akan dilahirkan waktu?
Kala jarak tak lagi membentang,
masihkah aku diinginkan ?

Mks, 12 okt 2016

impairment

I live in world where i don't exist.
Where normal is a pair of shoes
and sunglass is a summer tool.

I speak words by these two hands.
Of which makes me drum the air
and all they hear is buzzing bees.

They say we can lean on each other
and awareness is to raised.
Yet they stand beside themselves
and publicity belongs to majority.

I still live though,
alienated and exiled.

Mks, 27 sep 2016

Jejakmu menikam nada,
membunuh notasi dalam benakku,
membiaskan makna lirik laguku.

Kamukah dendang itu?
Personifikasi lirik puitis dalam hentak drum dan senar?

Jangan berhenti. Jangan pergi.
Berteriaklah!
Meledaklah!
Hempaskan saja pakem tradisi
hingga terlucuti dalam lesung.

Mks, 22 sep 2016

Maafkan Kanda,

rinduku tak lagi berkelana. 

Rinduku sudah bersarang 

di cerah binar matanya. 

Dan rindunya kini bersemayam 

pada basa basi busuk bibirku.

Jadi biarlah kami mengacak timur selatan 

jadi pipi kanan turun ke tengkuk. 

Biarlah kami  menyusun pasir 

sementara ombak mengatakan realita.

Mks, 14 sep 2016