by Ece Apaydin
I am accustoming desolate to myself I’m falling you apart
receiving flower from your hands within metal depth
the gesture of signs; I am telling poems
that are always inciting the words to each others I know a man
who fudges his lunch - with a bitter orange sky
yes I left him on my bed this morning
Too far I’m distinguishing the terrible laws of the intimation
the hoot sleep so deep I’m always thinking
I am opening the door late to the one who never knocked
as of the window is qualified always makes no headway
their beautiful mothers chants of love
By keeping on being played I’m going to past to my skin
in clover kisses soap powders
seashells are those ingredients of the sweat
All day long I am a coquettish evening hour
I am asking to an unacquainted the end of my house
a goat path that you got surprised on me a summary of a tale
oh I am dead
now you are sipping my blood
with one stone
with one stone
with one stone
How can two lives are shot with one dream
I understand when I’m shot hoot sleep hoot
in a fleeting day that is predestinated from death
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016