USE WITHOUT GROWING TREES
house without growing trees
it is now covered by a thicket
in the back of the House also
getting smaller
vomiting a thousand sins of hunger
the odd one out
even repeatedly
the fragile window
wild cat bed
nasty cockroach copulation
to be a hand-held
very embarrassing
he is the servant of God
has been released
like a child in a foreign land
house without growing trees
every day of preparation
always diligently looking for a bite of stale rice
from the eyes of a man without legs
proffered coins
always drought
in the expanse of the yard of the House
wet ground water
droughts often break out
how much more difficult
living in the most corrupt country
in the midst of a broken heart
_Jakarta, 2023/2024_
A SACK OF RICE CREPT INTO MY POEM
on a terrible night
I wrote a long song
on a bed of bread stones
days without sunshine
because tomorrow the sea and the sky
increasingly immersed
waiting at the edge of time
which is very tiring
unable to sing Zion
with Tambourine and harp
to re-sell
false wishful thinking
on the side of the road
almost without sluggish sound
when the wind doesn’t blow
towards the window of the silent world
the rope of the dead
just heard from this prayer room
iron friction in the left ear
my funny sister
bring a sack of rice
I’m just standing in my line
the unfinished
I wrote it with ink
I’ll read it later
on the glass floor
at the end of the end times
congestion time
boiled fire suffering
_Jakarta, 2023/2024_
DEBT IN THE MOTHER’S WOMB
debt in the mother’s womb
give birth to twins
malnutrition and nutrition
though it must be redeemed
with a five-digit number
when calculated to be
thousands of trillion rupiah
trapped in an iron cage
then look from here
ghastly face
waiting for reassurance
repayment of prickly interest
until the day before
philosophical jurists repeatedly,
the baby fetus should be planted again soon
ban early marriage
for having to fight
in fertile Wells
the bamboo curtain nation sows
Corruptors and multipliers
burial ground
slamming the price of food and clothing
(hint: it’s going to be expensive !)
chasing each other on the stock exchange
fringe people
dead flounder
stabbed knife hunger
it’s weird, I’m just hanging out !
_Jakarta, 2023/2024_
Biography
Pulo Lasman Simanjuntak was born in Surabaya, June 20, 1961.He studied at the Publicistic College (STP / IISIP).His poetry has been published in 7 single poetry anthology books, and is currently in preparation for the publication of the 8th single poetry anthology book titled Stone meditation.His poetry has also been published in 23 print media (newspapers, weekly newspapers, and magazines), and published (aired) in 150 online media and digital magazines in Indonesia and Malaysia.Working as a journalist, living in Pamulang, South Tangerang City.
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