Thunder AKA Guruh: Brik

brik

hey i could feed
on empty streets
under shadow trees
along hollow creeks
lead up to your door
i kneel to listen
light leaks through
i hear television
sounds
no voice
i urge it to open
not strong enough
to beckon so i
knock hard loudly
i hear movement
i sprint up and leave
down the stairs
heart a-pumping
“yeah!!”
i wonder what you
nor pretty nor true
wonder at such
wild encounters
we no more
i leave onto bus ride
solo