I – Something Behind The Door
There is something behind the door.
Even though the room is dark, you can see
smirks on the wet floor.
Sweat drips, bleeding through holes
under your skin,
seeping like secrets, thick and thin.
But you can’t do anything.
So tell me, darling,
what’s the thing behind the door?
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II – Year of the Woman
In a room full of men, a wife sits by the window.
Last night, she dreamed of becoming a widow.
She hates God for no reason, though,
until her wish finally comes true.
In fact, all vanished in a car crash in 1992,
where shadows took them, two by two.
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III – One Dark Night
One dark night, people roam the streets,
fear thicken in the cold midnight air.
Someone walks by the dead beggar near a filthy puddle,
The joker dances in the middle of a crosswalk.
The moon is the eye of a child in disgrace
embraced; death’s black cat is more entertaining
than the whores who’ve had diarrhea for days.
There’s always a famous line in every movie,
but tonight, it’s just “fuck off!”
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IV – Laughter
Have you heard the story about the father swinging his daughter?
What about the mother who dances with mild fire?
The fat-suited devil claimed her soul so wild.
A few times, the news reported religious leaders
touching their students in laughter.
Does anybody remember laughter?
Let’s just hope the kids can pretend they’re happy ever after.
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V – Night is a Blues
The night is just the night, like blues across your soul,
flying through the tough winter wind to the south of your tongue.
It’s rough times. People get sick; their noses can’t breathe anymore.
The heart raised the tax last month; the iron lung
needs a cigarette party. Then,
where’s love when somebody needs it?
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VI – Laugh of the Masses
Suddenly, dark was the night, cold was the ground.
Nobody leaves uptown till the mayor is around.
A man stands in shame, with a bucket for a crown
Someone put a sign on it,
someone looked at it,
it says, “Our president bulked up another hundred pounds!”
“Oh, please, somebody give him a stick,
somebody give him some air!”
“I need child support!” shouts a young mother in the middle of the crowd.
The masses laugh.
She just turned 14 last night.
(Oktober, 2024)
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Editor: Moch Aldy MA
