the sky freezes, black clouds dwell in my head, wait for the thunder of poetry to rub against the air full of electricity. the thunder of thunder, thunder of thunder among the black clouds, seemed to want to flood memory after bad memory into cities whose moats couldn't hold their fury full of dirt and trash.
a child standing in the attic: look! the paper boats that we float in the black sewers behind those majestic buildings, are drifting here!
a poet pours poetry pours poetry pours poetry into a glass, he drinks glasses of poetry until he is drunk and his paper boat becomes a yacht. he shouted: rain! rain! come, I will sail to foreign lands, he said reaching for the black clouds
the black cloud full of electricity in my head is flashing shaking the words
MENJELANG HUJAN
langit membeku, awan-awan hitam berdiam dalam kepalaku, tunggulah geletar petir puisi bergesekan di udara penuh listrik. gelegar guntur guruh petir di antara awan-awan hitam, serasa ingin membanjirkan kenangan demi kenangan buruk ke kota-kota yang paritnya tak sanggup menahan amarah penuh kotoran dan sampah.
seorang anak berdiri di atas loteng: lihat! perahu kertas yang kita apungkan di selokan hitam di belakang gedung-gedung megah itu, terhanyut kemari!
seorang penyair menuang syair menuang sajak menuang puisi ke dalam gelas, bergelas-gelas puisi syair sajak diteguknya, hingga mabuk dan perahu kertasnya menjelma kapal pesiar. teriaknya: hujan! hujan! datanglah, aku akan berpesiar ke negeri-negeri asing, katanya menggapai awan hitam
awan hitam penuh listrik dalam kepalaku menyambar-nyambar menggeletarkan kata-kata
