hemorrhage

it was slippery

i knew

slipped

flipped

slipped

slipped

glassy ice

icy glass

classy cut

for the observer

deafened by my own silence

exhausted

this body of dwelling

decomposing

deafened by my own silence

exhausted.

golden gate'e nazır türkü dinler gibi

küspeye de sürmeyle yaklaşılmaz ki... 

,,,

siyahın gölgeliğinden midir gözü daha bir alımlı yapışı? 

,,,

göze gölge katınca alacası çıkar meydana, 

alacaya mı kanarsın, kana kana

sular soğuyor eridikçe karlar

ırmakta kalacaksan donmak da var

,,,

çeşm-i bülbüle ışık değdi

mat bakar şimdi

içine koyduklarım vardı

ehli keyfin bakırı buladı

,,,

süsünden gayrı görebilir miydim seni?

tütsülenip çıktığın yollarda değilim hani

ne itici pürüzsüzlüğün var

haberin yok, dikenlerin kan ağlar

,,,

biri içbükeyine yuvalanınca

biri dışbükeyini siper alınca

ortada büküklüğünden muzdarip...

sırlanmadık ne varsa talip

,,,

od telaşından susakalmak

sustuğun yellerden cereyan kapmak

imtinai iptida, iptidai imtina

her labirentten el yordamıyla çıkılmıyor oysa 

,,,

bindallıdır entarisi

eksik olmaz sürmesi

samanlıkta bulamadı

sarıkızın küspesini

utopia, limited

blind man's buff

not an adult stuff

chain is no more reactionary

when play is in conservatory

you're no more young to twist your pattern

you've tied your hands that holded the lantern

lazily controlled and boringly settled for

isn't this a pumped out soul with a sore?

evidently nothing's changed

this was a truth long uncaged

adjacent playgrounds permit no glamour

brilliance exits the repeating performer

i need the topsy turvy back

it is not in the assumed sack

blind orbiting welcomes abrasion

covering your eyes is not seclusion 

if you're out there, playing the game

there is no room for a touch that is tame 

better watch out for mean inquisition

cos it would be a time for ill timed valediction

(p)rese(n)t

how i have uprooted a huge bunch of things

though i know this is both true and false

though i know this sounds so not me

though i know this sounds like a passage

it is not...

i do not know!

but i knocked, i did knock

i know i was heard

i know!

what was all that hesitation about?

this is not me, this is so not me...

is it you?

am i knocked out, knocked off now?

would this be a true jargon?

wish it wasn't... 

i have left the ship of trust 

it has been quite a while now

i don't know how to take care of

i don't know how to be taken care of

i even don't know if i wanna know

i used to feel

what is all this shit about knowing...

how i have uprooted a huge bunch of things...