PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Rookie - 18 Points (1943 / JAKARTA, Indonesia)

After Midnight - Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Midnight, my stomach rang.
Inside a refrigerator found just eggs, instant noodle, taufu
and mushrooms, that last month grew in my chest.
I would boil all in kitchen utensil,
but unfortunately tears shed out dry.

Moon falling down over a kitchen table,
said its boring alone hanging far in the sky,
but nothing more boring then counting,
wall clock tickling after midnight
Sleepy while enjoy jazz music that turn lazily

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Comments about After Midnight by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

  • Rookie - 16 Points Cleveland Gibson (7/8/2011 3:56:00 AM)

    Great to eat at a midnight feast, I guess. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012


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