Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I made my coffee from unfinished map

the feverish kitchen shivered, it's dying for weeks
and I have no fire left to warm her. I felt like a bankrupted
when I began to burn my paragraphs, one by one, saving lifes

in the night, boiling water displayed planets run into each other
and all into oblivion as the bubbles gone. but I saw horison
stretched inside the kettle. It was hope and I refined every path,
signs, directions, piers, town names from the ashes:
I made my coffee from unfinished map


tangerang, 12/06/2010