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Yunizar Nassyam Poem
mom always believes on whatever
I often see she entrusts to the night
pair of hands, feet, heads and even
entire innards of the stomach
then she could just fall to restful of sleep
dad is very different
he did not want to entrust even a finger on anything
father is a formidable walker
he never stops on whatsoever
he sustains all hands, feet, head
even the innards of his stomach that kept mounting
in the shoulder and head
therefore I often see my father erupts
like a water balloon
2013
Copyright © Yunizar Nassyam | Year Posted 2013
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Yunizar Nassyam Poem
whether you'll write just one address
on the road never guessed. When would it
raises sharp pointed exactly
on bare soles
this was still yesterday
we stand in the midst of the fire
you ignite. Your anger
so that wouldn't leave the rest
when the morning we completed
let's play at the end of the ragged
childhood. Running into the sky cracks
and this mouth you brought
couldn't told a thing as a mark
it should
has removed
when we were stuck in the road number
that never was
let's make a night the orange
before you pull me from the calendar numbers
embark on a journey of the same
which always ends up being the carcass
in an ambush pointy under bare soles
Copyright © Yunizar Nassyam | Year Posted 2012
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Yunizar Nassyam Poem
After the night the boy
Drain all of his blood,
Then ran into the rain
Which very sharp in skin
When the body deflating
There is a hunk of wind in his hand
Vitrified
Copyright © Yunizar Nassyam | Year Posted 2012
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Dad sharpened a blade of word
So that it was as sharp as a knife
Mother then open the chest
Until naked like the moon
"Stab the knife!" dad said
I dare not imagine
Blind both eyes of the moon
While night said
Journey still more circular
Even including the dream
Which for me in the form of the blades of walls
Form a box traps me, huddled
In it, whole time towards morning without
Managed to find a gap like the door was
Since childhood
"Stab the knife!" dad said
When I began to laugh with a mischievous
Imagining the moon began to blind
One of its eye
Mother's chest perfectly naked
And dad stay only one side of the walls
That continues melted
12/25/2012
Copyright © Yunizar Nassyam | Year Posted 2012
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