A Greek God and His Salamander

You were a nameless Greek God

Who awoke from long slumber

Beneath the lead water

Of Great Lakes’ miraculous wad


One day, from underneath a log

Love lured you

To turned it over

It was him and the frog

Each, one eyed, that’s true

But your heart desired

Only the salamander


Salvador then you named him

And acres of soils and jungles

Were arranged for his residence

Where you threw preys with strong limbs

Then with grace,

he chased without bungles

And in awe,

you beheld his claws

Swung in unrivaled magnificence


But the mortals were mad

Because you took their lands for him

They invoked then, the chemical pandora box

Crippling most of your kin, it made you sad

And as you silently sit still in heavy grim

They trapped grown up Salvador in a deep pit,

then smashed him dead with laser-guided asteroid


Hellish grief undressed you of your divine might

Now, you’re merely one of them mortal

But I know, you will eventually fight

Once again, once for all

With a plot so dark

That none shall

Ever ever ever walk


So here I sit

Scratching my balls

Wishing you, a great good luck





To my ear, gentle caresses came at last

Upon me, they fell from heaven past

When my stars never blink

And the clouds never bring

A curtain so thick hiding you from my longing

I told myself to shut

No breath or word let out

But my vein they throbbed

And my heart unstopped

         They refused to let me listen in peace

         Hence, I awoke with tears unreleased

                   Inside me the whispers went silent

                   Around me I felt world gone barren

                                       The heart and blood was my foe

                                       Upon cold steel I let them go

                                                 As clouded sky was torn therefore

                                                 The songs were heard once more

And with everything I parted

But with more than everything,

I was then escorted

To the stars long gone

          Beyond the night, beyond the day

          Beyond the curtain, beyond lone and beyond lorn

The Alliance

Not every power

Measured justly

Not every flower

Survived your mystery

Please, pardon my constant assertion

Regarding how weak I am

It’s an insult to the proportion

Of all the beauty in the realm

Of your unchallenged dominion

  Where, I submit there

to superstitious belief

That one day some day

I shall rise to lordship

To a throne equal

With armies evenly matched

So we can form everlasting alliance

To unleash havoc without mercy

To slay the beasts of misery

And for us, to become the cause

And for us, to ensure safety

Of our citizens, borders, and laws

And your pregnancy, of my baby

Siapa Kamu?

Kamu bukanlah adalah

Tiada adalah yang tepat bermakna

Kamu yang tiada berbukan

Adalah makna-makna haus syarat

Yang lewati celah ganda bagai partikel

Membentuk interferensi bagai gelombang

Mewujud senyata-nyatanya jawaban

Di balik pertanyaan yang kusimpan

Bersama kucing dalam kurungan

Abstraksi Sang Fisikawan

The Android Champion

When things gone quiet

Customers home; sky went red

I would sit, tilting my head

Picking apart my nerve casket


I sold advanced parts from various planets

But mine here is ancient and so fucking outdated

Everytime the related long term memories being accessed

My atomic heart maddened


Colossal was the effort to invent this

Primitive minds courageously shouldered dreams of bliss

But mountains of corpses were the sacrifices

And I,

took parts in its abrupt conclusion of peace


Yet, I was then, sent away to far galaxies

Forbidden to return, allowed only to reminisce

Through the news of its recent yearn

Back to earlier abyss


I erased and disabled my automatic calculation

So I can feel the joy of dreadful wonder

Will I, expire?

Before my homeworld die, in fire?



Never ever falter
It is not,
the fire we’re after
our cries,
drowned in water
Let the lights,
hunt down our cancer

When the brights,
persuaded our eyelids to shut,
the neoplasms were cut,
down to the tiniest matter
where facades touched themselves with dagger

In panic, agitated
Chains of multi dimensonal sorrow,
were yanked
But crippled not,
the wisdom of men and women

Shall the eyes opened up again
The errors would wet with shame, and
Maths would cease into simple doodles of childish gibberish

The Might

Which one fell?
The night or the day?
How shall I tell?
For my sights are gray
As meaningless as it seems
I still want to pray
That the horizons of grim
Shall swiftly passed away
As the might of the dream
Taking the helm to lead the way
Out to the starry dwell
So far far away from the pastime hell

The Fever

The world’s heat is fleeing
Breaths skipped; scenes blurred
Against time, the seekers soar
To where it may goes, to when it may ends

Creeping about like flocks of wingless raven
Up, and down, sway, and away to the freezing shores
Spotting no traces at all
Between the weep and the deep

Only cold merciless salts,
To flavour the boiling of the self

The Lensing

I took a handful of stars
In my grip they screamed
The throbbing pain assured me
That miracles are worth less
Than the smile beyond the outer space

My feet is stuck in the far future
Among suspicious sands
And vicious rocks
Under the collapsing chunk of bleeding rainbows
My knees fall smooching the dessert with explosive lust

The whirling of big bangs and big crunches
Put the mind and the gut into a corner
There is no option left but to form a truce
Except, such a feat is nowhere stable as the constant pull of masses in space
Yet, such a feat is as astounding as the discovery of gravitational waves
For one may observe the world anew by looking through its lensing

Written by Sasmito Yudha Husada

Nyaris Nyolong Sepatu Karena Melamun: A Foolish Discourse

Kemarin sore. Seusai menunaikan ibadah shalat ashar. Saya duduk. Di tangga pendek masjid dekat tempat wudhu yang menghadap ke lapangan. Saya meraih kaus kaki sembari memandangi permainan voli sekaligus melamunkan sesuatu juga. Di sudut mata saya, saya menyadari ada seorang bapak-bapak sedang menatap; rasanya ada yang salah. Kemudian, kaus kaki saya pakai. Dan memang ada yang salah. Mengapa warnanya hitam? Lanjut pakai sepatu. Talinya ke mana? Sepatu saya kan ada talinya.


Ternyata, saya lupa kalau tadi pergi ke masjid pakai sandal bukan sepatu. Sepatu saya tinggal di kantor. Setelah tepuk jidat dan menunduk malu. Saya bangkit, memakai sandal, lalu segera pergi.

Ah. Malunya. Nyaris maling sepatu orang.


Bukan itu yang sekadar saya hendak bahas di sini. Melainkan lamunan yang menyebabkan kejadian konyol tersebut. Aduh. Ini dia:

A Foolish Discourse


It was indeed my folly

To use

Other people as

A simulation fulcrum of the self

As if trying

To poke myself in the eye

With a thorn

But not through my own

Because I knew

This particular person

Would resort

To similar pattern of thoughts

With mine


Faced with such sudden abrasions


It was indeed my folly

To assume too much


Barrage of insecure accussations

In the form

Of arrogant and ignorant preaching

I felt

An enormous shame

When the mirror


Songs of truth

About longing

Was unleashed


It was indeed my folly

To continue

The frantic downhill roll

As my fingers reached out

For roots, trunks, and anything

Yet I refused to hold them cause I kept pushing

Bruises proliferating

As walls being crushed

The frictions ignited a trail of madfire

As my interest in Epicureanism

And Thomas Jefferson


It was indeed a greater folly of me

To persist that all of these was complete follies

Because even in such a foolish discourse

Of pretentious philosophies

I unexpectedly

Rediscovered some portions of myself

Across these incisions of unsolicited advices

It is indeed one of my greatest folly ever

To keep regurgitating nonsense

To cover

To shade

To besmirch

The tiny illumination

From a supposedly forgotten candle

That [NOT] accidentally ignited

By the waltz and salsa of my madfire

Oh God

Will it burn bright to bless me with warmth?

Will it burn as blight and caress me with harm?