Aphorism Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

Eyes not coffee
A silence circulate on screen

poetry's blessed. Amputate words
Wordbook sense few minutes
From crunchy table
Wild hungry dog howls

leafless night.Shrink fog. Tenderly
Moon shine at window glassy
Pure as rainy
And vague by voice of praying

"Good-bye, poet! "

Poetry erases metaphors
In cluster from philosophical books. cries
Nietzche stifled time points
High-and-mighty. Sir, poet
Crying front the wordbook

A memories hand up waved
Shadows from women ago who arised
From density words. Morning arrived
Brings a number of only used
Behind the increasingly possible routined:

The eyes vision of a poet
Find another God

(Pondok Bambu,2016)