She can always say her mother is a housewife

how to start this story is a problem to me.

i heard something sad
about an unknown friend of mine
who is a girl,
i wish i could see her face
when she said those words,
can i just go to her and ask her
to resay those words-how cruel of me?
but I can't resist to see her face
when she said those words-how selfish am i?
obviously i can't say those words,
as i only able to say B when what i meant is A.

But still i am not able to start the story,
maybe i can start it with a conversation

"what is your mother's job?"my sister
"she collects garbage for a living"unknown friend of mine

Majestic door

i like majestic door
and i like it very much
like a stalker who fall in love
with his subject,
door with old colourful glasses
that many of us see in the Mosque and Church,
I guess perhaps one can find them in Jewish temple too,
I guess perhaps one can't find them in Buddhist temple,
glasses that remind me of my existense,
but that kind of door is very hard to find,
as it is only attached to a big house,
and yet it's not the combination of its colours
that attract me but the kind of life behind
those majestic door that intrigue me.

I like my voice

i like my voice especially whenever
it says sorry,
it says thank you,
it sings a backup song,
it carries weight,
it tries to think and it fails,
it almost speechless,
it speaks the truth,
so transparent that I can even see your naked body
wrapped in your best cloth

Tribute to Someone Ordinary

i say it quite often
my hand,
my foot,
my fingers,
my mouth,
my elbow,
my eyes,
my nose,
my lips,
my hair,
my tounge,
my penis,
my brain,
my life,
and i say it like i borrow them from someone!

Describe Me

if you want me to describe you
then I can't describe
as my vocabullary are limited,
so limited that it makes my tounge hanging
somewhere inside my mouth-
if only i know how to fix a hanging tounge!
and thousand apologies for this disability
as I only able to think of you.

Want a bigger penis ?

after sometimes i do realize that
your sentence is made of lies,
but please don't stop your lies
as i began to like your lies,
i like it when you keep saying
we are equal,
as if that is the only sentence you know,
or perhaps you just knew it and began to like it,
those words are simple,
and yet it's true-
in the sense that our blood is red,
and sweat will eventually turns into money,
and for that please keep lying to us,
and i'm lying if i say that
i don't like it when you
say that we are equal
and all this while
you keep opening the e-mail
that says "want a bigger penis?"

It is not a secret

my daily prayers have being answered,
i guessed i've live long enough,
to see many colours and hear many sounds,
some are straight forward that i enjoy so much,
some are abstract that makes me wondering,
some are weird that i have to ask my friend,
so i pray to God to longer their lives as well,
for example they said that darkness is the colour of loneliness,
for example they said that emptiness is the sound that accompanying it
and night is what they produce,
and astoundingly, secret is what they tell,
night is usually when they cry, they cry a lot,
i guessed i've live long enough,
that i learn man does cry.