Chairs Key Chains Poem by Andre Rahmat

The key of the stake to plant the pegs
Burn smoked meats
Every lung jammed with a peg
Earth lifting feet can not stand

Who can complain?
Still the work is dice
I can not read books
And mom is no longer strong enough to buy lights

Cracks in his own blood vessels
Swallows own air
And run that
And that's what's changed
And it should be
And finally
The driver did not know the parking lot.
Malang, August 11,2017