early morning dreams

cookies and cream in hot chocolate tubs
moody memories of chocked up clubs
scary close-ups, bloody light bulbs
evil minds plotting to fight us

and we bowed heads and shook hands
howling at the holy fucking weekend
moonwalk talk, a few remarks
restless farts make us sound smart

forks and torches, seaside porches
seek and hide down hills of torture
fortune tellers nurturing our future
few true lovers lost in futile rituals

and a sudden need to scream
run fast, away from this scheme
looks scary to me, know what I mean?

soaked in sweat, real fantasies
gray rainy rays,
early morning dreams.

Subway Poem II

Stairs
Crowded Stairs
People
Fat, Skinny, Stinky People
More Stairs,
More People
Old, Young, Crippled People
Black, White, Blue People
Colorblind People
People
Turnstile
TRAAT-TA-TRA
TRAAT-TA-TRA
BLEEEP BLEEP
Swipe Again
BLEEP BLEEP
TRAAT-TA-TRA
TRAAT-TA-TRA
People
Pushing People
Shoving People
Rushing People
BUMP
Excuse Me
Left, Right, Behind, Beyond
BUMP
Faces
Just Faces
Sad, Angry, Ugly Faces
One Beautiful Face
More Faces
Flashes of Faces
Glimpses of Moods
Ideas of Personas
And Faces
Just Faces
More Faces
Millions of Faces
One Beautiful Face
More Stairs
Crowded Stairs
The Platform
People
DRUM-A-DUM
DRUM-A-DUM
DRUM-A-DUM-BADUM
Ladies and Gents
DRUM-A-BADUM
DAAAAAAH
Rappin' some Rap
Rap-Rap-Rap
DRUM-A-DUM
Rap-Perap-Perap
Donation?
DRAP-AAHM-DRAP
Change?
DRUMP-O-SHAPP
BLING
God
DRUP-DREEP
BLING
Bless You
DA-BLING
BADOW-BLING
Jesus!
BLOOOWNG
The Next L Train...
YAAAAAAH-AH-AH
Kids
Running Kids
Cursing Kids
FUUUUUUUCK
The Train
WHUOOOOOOOFF
SHUUUUUUUOOOOOEEEE
DUB-UHM DUB AHM
DUB-UHM DUB AHM
DUB-UHM DUB AHM
TEEEEEEETCHAAAAA
TECHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SHAAAAAFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff...
BLING BLONG
Rush, Rush, Push, Push
One Against the Other
Sit, Stand, Stand, Sit
Turn, Move, Hold
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Getting Off
Jump, Squeeze, Shrink
Bags
Backpacks
Guitars
Bags, Bags
More Bags
STAND CLEAR
BLING BLOWUNG
BLING BLOWUNG
STAND CLEAR
BLING BLOWUNG
Panting
DUM-DUMB
DUM-DUMB
Deep Breath
DUM-DUMB
DUM-DUMB
AAAAAAH GHAAAAAAAAAHHH
Cradle
WWWHOOOOOOAAAAAGGGG
Fuck
WEEEEEEEEWHAAAAAOOOW
Shit
YAMMMMUAAAAAAHHHHH
Shut Up
WEEHAAAAN WHAAAAAH
iPod
WOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHYYY
Headphones
YADAAAAAAWWWWWWOOO
Play
.

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Subway Poem

As the train rolls
into the sleepy station
late like any other day,
I find myself thinking
about the sense of human actions

I sit and watch them
for they want to be judged
or else wouldn't exist
but in their dreams of a world
that never spins

Ruins of bright days
are left behind
for rats and weeds
to settle down and build
golden bridges and cranes

Faces like shoe-boxes
filled with worries and pain
lay one onto the other,
eternally stuck
in a dance of empty looks

Ear-plugged
scarfed up
lidded men
wonder of bikinis
and new lipsticks to embrace
somewhere, somehow

A neat-head girl reads
of other people's
joy and misfortune,
for she's busy,
so busy,
too busy to live

The wrinkled one
watches the decay
but never blinks;
nothing is new
but a few more wrinkles

And the rambling
restless kids
still questioning the world
look for some fun
and surely find it
as they heavily step on my tired toe

And me, proudly contemplating
the still life of stinky wax statues
breathing on my neck,
I finally find two shiny eyes

They noticed me
and now stare at me
they try to dig me
and know me better

They come from the outer world
behind-the-glass world
other-than-me world

They came and judged me
and then they left

And I can see myself, once again,
mirrored in the window

Today Is My Birthday

What does that actually mean?

Yeah, of course, I am now exactly 24 years older than the day when I was born.
Wow. Big deal.

I am also 8,766 days old - leap years included - but it doesn't sound so cool if you say it that way. It doesn't make me feel like celebrating it.

8,766 days old.
It feels so old!
24 years old.
Yes, that sounds better.

But why celebrating?

Why does everybody buy you drinks on your birthday?

Why does it always end up with your friends having more fun than you?



And why the gifts? I don't even want to go there, or else I won't receive any.

And the cake? It gets scary when they replace the candles with a number. I guess I am ready for that, by the way.



Right now in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, my birthday is already over.

Kinda disappointing...















No way. I'm not as negative as I try to sound like.

I like my birthday, the drinks, the gifts, the cake and kuala lumpur too;

I don't really feel old and always enjoy any kind of celebration.


It's just that I had to write something

to justify a note

titled


Today Is My Birthday