To Exercise your Daily Actions Hardly

A Woman
The Woman who has spread her underwear on clothesline
To awaken jealousy in neighbors’ eyes,
Still waiting to see him wearing her shirt.
A white shirt, between its folds
hides the smell of cold winter and soap
As if she had just removed it
From the clothesline.
***
Diaries
To exercise your daily actions hardly,
Get up of your bed hardly,
Make your coffee indifferently if it is boiled until the foam disappears from its surface,
Or even it is poured out on the gas.
Wash your face without taking a look at the mirror,
Because what you would see
almost you see every day,
so you get bored and lost your curious.
Comb your hair without counting
Your rebellious white hair,
Decide to take shower
Then, Sit for hours, drink the rest of the coffee and smoke,
As soon as you delay that,
Before your crucial decision to take off your clothes.
Stand under the shower careless the water temperature
you get bored from bathing,
and wish if you could go out with foam
Covering all your body.
The time passes slowly,
While you are roaming at the ceiling of the room
Keep the places of spider houses in those corners,
In order to remove them one day.
Hardly fallen asleep too.
Thinking about your double failure,
in all the colors which turn into ash
You may think of buying a grave among
Many cheerful people,
to establish a common language with them,
in your life after death.
Or think how life would be beautiful
If you are not existed…
But you are here.
You are still practice your daily actions hardly,
Day after day.
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When sleep has gone
When I am drown into the sleep’s hands hardly
My dreams are reflected as shadows on the wall of the room.
I open my eyes and see them move.
Complete tales of Indonesian fantasy shadow
With its scary characters.
I close my eyes, try to sleep again
But it escapes to that wall, or to the roof
I count numbers instead of sheep
In order to come back,
And to engross in it with easiness of a flowing river
But it still stuck there, at the top
A heavenly river far away
With its colored fishes flying beside me,
with lightness of butterflies.