1/05/2008

Puisi: salah 3

-salah-

kelokan yang salah
aku mengambil langkah
berhenti aku di tengah-tengah
menatap matahari yang jengah

masih ada waktukah tuk berbalik?


-teman-

teman yang tadi menemaniku ke sini
lenyap di tengah lampu warna-warni
di pesta ini aku ternyata sendiri
seperti Alice di Negeri Mimpi


-You're not always on my mind-

the whistle of my kettle
doesn't make me think about your favorite coffee

a whiff of your perfume
doesn't make me want to touch your skin

the box of tissue by my bed
doesn't remind me of your morning allergies

the sight of my own stubby fingers
doesn't make me miss your long beautiful ones

the jingle of my keys
doesn't remind me of the day you were leaving

the words of my poems
are not about you at all

(cimanggis, 11 januari 2007)

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