Jakarta, Noise and I

Jakarta, Noise and I
by Matt Ronquillo
The selves and the mania forming broke down chaos
got dropped from the hands of new friends crossing outdated territories
where their futuristic maps got laid to rest.
The shards and shreds of each never cared to call
for them as loud
as songs
from the mosque down the road
or mosquitos switching partners dancing near ear buzzings
which both douse the border between brain and skull
like proud cackles of a former folk once drifting in the space.