METROPOLE`S BALCONY

in the blackness night of Balikpapan

the balcony`s slippery floor

the wetness on my bare feet

tesing me to wonder

what if

what if

my head meet the asphalt seven floors downstairs

I looked down,

my back arched like a question mark

to watch the cabs jacks off passenger

to the brightly-lit lobby

I got back to the room

to the damp air of old air conditioner

to leave a yellow trail in the bathroom of

I waited for someone

Who`d soon be gone

a few seconds after saying

that we`d meet again.

I went out the balcony again

the rain was mocking me

challenging me

to jump off the railings seven floors down

and the people at the lobby

would

run outside in the rain

watching my smashed head

under the bright light.

I should have gone back to the room

the sound of traffic was drowning all

I wouldn`t hear a knock at the door

but maybe he`d have knocked

while I was too busy

with my black thoughts

out at the balcony.

Alandra