by Ece Apaydin
With two interrupted sentences at night
time is being murdered in the stoned houses
the gardener who is growing flag and rose
in the city center where sevenfold skirts and structures
are fluctuating willingly!
..... my soul! you have lips
still communicating through fire
Stuck on the wall of the cave
I was expecting so that let where I get scraped leak
my darling time is being murdered like this as well
a docile leaf that is intimidated into the stone
the pain that is breached by the eternal - warmth!
..... my soul! you still have white horns
still drowning by smoke
Eyes are hunter! I must smash my primitive face
I must deceive the dead belly of the quails
by surprises - for our special days -
I must roast bunched bitter herbs
two interrupted sentences that feeds the fire
somehow the eternal does not spit what it is chewing
and the feathers of the dark never be licked
..... my soul! Still there is a hiccup in its throat
and a blood blistered stone
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016