My Backyard House

Poem By Prasetya Utama

Backyard shacks is
Surface water Ciliwung river
running separate
amidst the splendor of the buildings
the capital of Indonesia,

Surface water was brownish flashing
Morning sunlight
The plastic waste dumped carelessly
Residents of suburban domestic waste stream
Or love incompressible, solid
Such as clay,
a residential alleys
place to live squirming
until the end of life
no love interest
except blasphemy with urination
at the intersection of four
imagining the place while taking a bath
flying with angels
hiding in Christmas trees
the painting Lizard

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