Poezii

 

 

 Fine

  Fine the gods that look down on me

Fine the lips that'll kiss your grave

Fine the slippers under her bed

 

  Finer the erasing of all things past.

 

 

Readings

From the moment I read you

From that moment on

 

  I just knew I had to

Tear you into pieces

And suck what's best out

 

   Of you just to  

 

 Free you of it. 

Bad 

 Raw  

Beast  That's what you should be.  

 

While reading “L'Etranger” 

I can barely breathe  

Gulping the softest,  

Hottest air  

I was left with. 

 Vague efforts  

And I try  

But it's a vague  

cork  

That  

No matter what  

Stays above the water.  

No status…  

Just floating. 

 

It is time to reconsider 

Having consumed what was best in you  

Having felt your need to worry  

Having blown you off your feet  

Having lingered one lazy summer afternoon together  

Having measured your life between my fingers  

It is now the time to reconsider. 

 

Cubism  

Here - a triangle, there - a 

square; Braque's vision of  

 a big, brown bear.  

 

Why we should be jolly 

I broke the surface of the ice today  

But it wasn't the same as breaking that of the vanilla pudding  

Aunt Jacqui makes every Sunday.  

I threw stones in the river today  

But it wasn't the same as in Paris .  

I thrust a large amount of grains with my fingers today  

But this wasn't the same as what she likes to do.  

However, I was Amélie today.  

 My Own 

Bits and pieces  

of the life I  

never had  

keep hitting me hard at  

this 1 a. m. 

because of the full moon I  

can perceive in the freezing cold  

outside my window, there she  

is, the  

next - door neighbour who 

 has just returned from  

a party, now trying to  

prepare her essay for  

the anthropology class  

how about banging my  

head….huh? yeah, that awfully white  

wall that keeps  

staring at me and which I so hate  

oh, it's golden brown, honey, turn the radio up for I  

so miss the miserable time I  

had at night in my  

bedroom, because this one is  

anything but my own.  

 

 Ozan Için 

Wish you were here 

Here with me, or… 

Wish I was there with you as my  

Head is aching and  

You have those cold  

Soft hands to touch  

Me and my head and…  

And my huge eyes that  

Are now craving to  

Caress your upper lip 

And your jaw that  

 come  

Around but…  

There are many unfriendly  

Lands between us.  

 

Sleeve 

that rolls up its sleeves and goes to work.  

Having read that somewhere  

of clothing  

that you own  

having worshipped every 

part of your body  

I also fell in love with.