The Song Of Kanthil Flowers Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

perhaps my words are ragged
for love always never ragged
for years we chatted such as
the can sound which was kicked by the legs idly
in blind alleys clogged, the silence channel
the sound of the cat's mouth or fight because of lust
during the nights with expectantly
once upon time I picked kanthil flowers, want and want
i embed in your ear
or stringing gori leaves and I made a crown on your head
to lullaby of bankruptcy from full moon to full moon
although this hand was shaking and had trouble reaching
tired of soluble that prey
so where else wanted sown
to the cry earth? ?
create an extinct man in civilization
or in ditches garbage every day we meet
hearts are torn whether you like the wind go?
probably not easily met kanthil flowers
such as courtship
only the broken tiles on the ruins
from our house burning
and we are only able to totter
traveled up from alley to alley
offering the folders containing the restless soul
restless
bells-whistles
is a madness marker there?
hunted man said as losers who continue
must constantly marginalized..
or mortgaged as old newspapers
the merchant
peddlers are still ultimately pointless
as a wrapper
boiled peanuts joy of our children? ?
if we are tired then we sat under the mahogany
tiredness and fatigue
what we want to sell this madness?
before the almighty of these, say that this is not the madness? ?


(1998)