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DEEP EROTICA


the roar

the irritating and agressive roar has ceased. each and
every bajak motoshaw and tuk-tuk is parked in ones
and twos or more. on damp streets, in quiet alleys
and under palm frond awnings they sit with their
owners nestled like kittens and curled as cats on
narrow vinyl covered benchseats

the hotel is old and wooden and chinese. the room's
far wall of yellow and red striped wallpaper has a
window of glassless shutters opened outward in the
dutch style. late night air occassionally carrying a
lyrical " selamat " selamat malam " selamat tinggal"

"from that wall's thin opposite twin the low and
slow tone of a ceiling fan is heard. beneath it
masculine sounds of advice of inquiry of laughter
rise and fall and interspace elongated vowels and
coquettish giggles and moaning verbs from
a feminine counterpart

the dimly electric lighted night responds with
an iron grill pulled once twice and three times
to a closing clank and locking clink. a singsong
voice hails "selamat jalan, peace upon your journey
home, mashall'ah, may god preserve you"

may god preserve us one and all