Wisdom Teeth

Many brains said they all full of noble
Back from golden dawn of our ancestor
Turns out, they’re like Russian in Chernobyl
Put a label, being the corruptor
Writing a scenario to smother
Scattering decades of an arrangement
Yet they still arise among the other
Ready and waiting for the right moment
Every person should lit the red alert
Instead of spending precious time to grit
And resulting a stubborn discomfort
Oh wait, am I really describing teeth?
Is this poem about teeth demolition?
Or looking at our mad politician?

Malang, 11 February 2020


32 crowns all sitting side by side
Hiding while waiting in a dark wet space
Protecting from the mysterious tide
Hot and cold they hold still, remain in place
Let it all be the sign of your laughter
Like best friends throw a birthday party
Infecting other people soon after
Chewing the abnormal absurdity
Let it all be the sign of your anger
Being mad for the ungrateful mortals
That spreading the unstoppable hunger
Causing the lead to demonic portals
And, let it be the sign of your last breath
You know, the red beast won’t beat you to death

Malang, 7 February 2020


It always begins with a small one
Itsy-bitsy enamel inside her
She looks at the mirror and run
Curiously ask to her mother

The queen left her with a whisper
Did it come from a fairy?
But– but it rises with a fever
Should I put this in my diary?

Big stomps coming from the front door
He lift her up, soaring below the ceiling
The first man they always adore
Finding a white dot when she’s smiling

Later that day, the royals sneak in her night
While her questions remain a mystery
The princess’ wall room sparks a delight
Enchanted by her vernal allegory

Malang, 23 January 2020


Once, I wrote a simple greeting
Some people taking me nicely
Others– just read in one blink
Yet I accepted all that joyfully

There are ways to make friends
Hold your bravery, right where you stand
One or two weeks doesn’t matter
All I need here is your letter

From a friendly listener to a teacher
From an aspiring scientist to a cat lover
From climate change to Harry Potter
Sharing stories, our shoulders get lighter

A friend of mine, way far west
I feel sincerity in every little talk
Caress a rotten pain in my chest
A happy epilogue from a delicious yolk

In the middle of starless, longing night
I recite this slowly poem to the moon
In different worlds, we share the same sight
I wish my pray will reach you soon

Later, I will wait for your letter
But maybe not the way we used to be
You will read it in a blue sweater
In my long rest, phrase it right beside me

Malang, 18 January 2020