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