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SOUTHERN CROSSES I

Electric Line's sway, 
spider webs of industry 
along a rocky lane under 
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky 
We are a ghost nation 
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.

The empty road under the leaning 
Electric crosses of civilization 
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground 
Humanity lost all reason 
Along a rocky, dusty road 
As day bleeds into a hot
Southern night
Crickets cry high

As the moon rides the 
White galleons of cloudscapes
As star falls in infernal southern sky
Frogs sing the song of endless rain 
As electric crosses lean
Under the halogen of streetlights 

Crosses stand, lean to and fro
Like graves of the day
Souls drift and sway
As a nation is lost along the way
Bought and sold
While electric crosses align
A forgotten road
Of a Nowhere nation, undone…
Watching all fold…!

Send a Paper Plane to the Gods

In two weeks,
the Loy Krathong
will begin.
12th in the
Lunar calendar,
atone for a sin.

Floating specks,
like us
but in the sky.
The stars
or the lanterns;
fault of the eye.

To beg for 
forgiveness
to an imaginary friend.
Hence the offerings
galore
faithful until the end.

No one has seen
Or known our humanely ruin;
but we have fantasized.
We still have mosaics, 
delusions, excuses,
never considering if they were lies.

There is no such thing
as truth or deceit
in matters like this.
Strip away the skin and
flesh and bones
a soul trapped in a fist.

It beats,
the fist a prison,
and pleads to escape.
It tries until
it gives up one day,
then it is too late.

So take a fragment
of your essence
hold it in the tips 
of your fingers.
Watch! Its
pure joy 
converts into light
and its warmth lingers.

Once you release it, the light, your
spirit, 
floats in a ship of parchment;
you’re too late, you believe.
But then a glow
slits into your eyes;
you made it part of the sky,
your soul is free.

One Day

If there's one day sure
Everything gonna stop
Past, present, future.

Streetbeat

who's counting bridges in shiny town
the air-cutting sirens sound closer today
and newsmen run to compile their shows
around the sidewalk sleepers

trucks reversing shout their intent
to ear-phoned hoodies and baggy jeans
swinging necklaces of vape machines
these eyeless rats they scurry

shop doors suck and spew their prey
where round white gum stains every step
and windows stack like giants high
sit suits above the gutter

seeming bots are running late
while others dawdle killing time
these faceless fillers with coffee cups
and phones to other worlds

5th Avenue Sunrise

jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York

The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the warmth of whiskey
and you next to me
laid dreamy still

popped up and propped up
restless and ragged
realizing the changing view
through the dirt-stained window
a pool of placid sunrise
igniting
colorless clustered towers
bulwarks and girders
scraping the sky

out of the easterly clouds
a creeping golden palette
arose
touching every crevice
defining each silhouette
your body stirs deliberate and slow

rainbow hued eyes
slenderly slitted catching
the new-found light
opening, tenderly revealing
the landscape of your smile
disclosing
a cozy contentment

waking with hello
as I fall into your dream
and a new day

Workday

While adults are bound by the obligation of work 
The children get caught in the routine of school 
All are engaged through the days of the work week 
To earn a living or prepare for the work life ahead

After the weekend of rest, fun, and labour 
The body is forced back into that same routine 
Obeying the sequence of those who created the order 
Made to ensure unchallenged control of humans

The Helix of Eden

I am walking in the garden 
of an ancient city
The walls are covered 
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue 
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed 
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation 
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh 
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory 
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden

Nshima

The belly filler
The palm feeler
If five fingers are not busy
It is not good

The must-have
Or else you starve
It's the food that gets you tizzy
It will spark your mood

It is called by its name
Partaking of it is no game
If it does not require a whizz
It is not food

Hidden

Into halves
Knife cuts pumpkin
Damp flames

Sambal Tumpang

Sambal Tumpang
Disana
Disana, dicabang cabang pohon kedelai
Yang daunya gatal setengah mati
Tumbuh buah buah yaitu biji-biji
Dikupas direndam diragi jadilah tempe
Tiga hari jadilah busuk
Ditanak digerus lalu direbus 
Dengan bumbu-bumbu
Rempah
Dan santan kelapa tua
Aku menyukai garam yang asin 
Jauh lebih asin dari lidahmu
Tambahkan sayuran rebus 
Bayam
Kecambah, daun kunci 
atau tidak ada daun kunci
Maka kembang keturipun jadi
Lalu tuangkang sambal kacang
Kemudian tutuplah dengan rempeyek
Biar berkesan sopan
Tahukah kamu apa itu ‘rempeyek’
Tepung beras adonan
yang digoreng setipis kertas
	sajikan dengan nasi lunak adalah jodohnya
Tunggulah 
Dan santaplah 
Ketika matahari hapir terbit
					13:43
				Yogyakarta, 30 okt 2018 
				dwijokoharianto

Suburban Saturday

It's Saturday in suburbia U.S.A.
Lawn mowers buzzing, chores underway

Planting and pruning, nourishing flowers that will bloom
To announce and brighten the month of June

Contented cats perch on fences high
Loftily appraising the collared dogs led by

To the dogpark, filled with Frisbees and tennis balls
A meelee of fur, a Fido free-for-all!

Teenagers holding signs - for a small fee, to support their JROTC
They will clean your cars - from grimy to shiny!

Kids on bikes and boards fly down the steep hill
Heedless of danger - transported by thrill

Farmer's markets - trendy veggies and jams, artisanal pleasure
Yard sales - for pennies on the dollar, you could discover treasure

At the local high school field, the softball game starts
Everyone participates - everyone plays their part

As evening folds in, grills are fired up
Smokey meat smells waft by - time to sup!

In suburbia U.S.A 
It's just another Saturday

Cloves In Oranges

cloves in oranges
cinnamon and rain
steam condenses
on cabinets and windows
and as tears
on bric-a-brac angels
purely decorative
their existence in
my mother’s kitchen
I never understood

Home

Home 
Like dry bones I thirst for home 
My body loans for a place 
Where everything seems normal 
A place where the red sky meets the sun burnt ground  
A place where you hear the sound of wild horses that roam without care.
A place that dares to stair at your emotions. 
A place of culture and history 
A place where You can hear the whaling cries of my ancestors as the white man pulled there children from their death like grips. 
A place where you hear the echo of guns and cracking of whips that ring though trees And down hills 
Why. Why do I lone for home 
The place where I hear the cries that makes you so depressed that you fore sake yourself and you trace your vains wire. Never too deep never enough to scare But enough to fell the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside. Enough to almost make the cries stop. 
Enough to make my spirit be at peace for them short seconds. So why... why do I loan for home. When the whole time I was there I had a vail of darkness over my head not letting me see the light... 
why... why do I loan?

We Celebrate the Flag

We Celebrate the Flag
By Franklin Price
6/14/2016

We celebrate the flag today
Long may it wave above
It represents the U.S.A
The country that we love

Fly it proudly, fly it high
Don't let it touch the ground
Honor and salute it 
As long as you're around

Those who would degrade it
Bring dishonor to its name
Do not deserve to live here
To respect it's not a game

Many died to keep it
Flying o'er this land we love
It represents the “who” we are
Long may it wave above

Always Under a Spell Senryu

second hand smoke on break
addicted to the routine
tomorrow the same

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