For Van Gogh
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Seeing you, my heart beats so hard
railed at my mind and blustered jealousy.
Are there evening slowly paid the age?
While your words are doubtless.
Dry sketch of your brush crushed the world
as the vibration of clouds buffer moves.
Mix of your color blown about the stone
the eyes of thorn’s scraping blunts daggers.
Van Gogh, grant me the strong willing
: to cut off your another ear.