Agus R. Sarjono Poems

Please do not aim me, a rifle wriggles and shivers.
Shut up! Yells the hand. I have to shoot those kids.
But they are still very young! Look at their adolescent smiles
and they demand nothing but your welfare too.
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At the heart of a bloody history
I found Paul Celan secretly taught
the mother of time and the seeds of night to walk.
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Allow me to introduce myself,
my name is Dysphoria,
with a little bit of gaiety.
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Dear editors,
allow me to make some complaints
and a small suggestion. That crane
on the river bank has been standing there alone
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You must be demoratic.
Alright, but please pull your fist
from my forehead. Shouldn't you be…
Shut up! It is entirely up to me whether my fist
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You are gorgeus, said the golf course
to a grass flower quivering in the wind.
The grass flower bent. They remember
rice fields, vegetables and buffaloes rustling hurrying
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Its time for birds humming and butterflies.
thousands of sadness became songs. Saxophone
spraying the rain between glass, cigarette smokes
and more jokes (you call it's dread) of us.
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