January 30, 2008

Merry-Goes-Round

: A Poem by Asrul Dwi

red bloody wine, tasteless
golden champagne, glouriusless
blue barbie cocktail, fakeness
: fracture essential needs.
it’s a day life,
pick your horse
ride and go
drive into an eternal
death, yes it was.
fulfill the circle
with no distortion
but it’s a same rhyme,
oh merry goes round.
let your hope melted by
it self.
you’re drowning
to the glow
of a gloomy joy.

Gresik, April 07, 2006. 1:06 AM