Friday, November 13, 2009

if I was...



A snowflake
let me down from grey clouds
without open my parachute
and
without thinking:
shall I open my eyes or my parachute?
You have no idea about me
me, neither
as walking on the way
I flop on your hands
I would melting like I do now
for sure
again..
You have no idea about me
Me? neither…

If I was a pen was maden by lead
I m saying to you lead!
or, or maybe
fo suffer, to die, to coal; I have no idea..
maybe!
Apparent for everything, and knows what they are..
lead and furthermore pen.
may be!
I would like to write your name..
I shall call your name on my mirror.
until to spend the last bullet on my mind..
anyhow
If a bullet would be a pen
It would hurt as much as you can…


If I was a beetle;
sink at the kitchen is my liar; the place that I deserve…
Smash me!
Kill me baby!
Show to the earth how a baby can kill somebody who is like me!
Cut my head with a dirty sleeper.
Do, it!
I don’t care about it now:
To die..
Cause… just a moment ago… I was on a spoon which touched your lips…
cause I`m high..

yazan : eksik günlük

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

bengü


dün gece beraber gezdiğimiz sokaklar tarla,
seni öptüğüm apartman altı mayın,
ağzımın içinde nefesin şarapnel parçaları…
uyuyamıyorum;
bitmediği için
içimdeki hasar tespit çalışmaları…

gün olur


öyle bir susacağım ki anlayacaksın gittiğimi.
ancak sonra
belki
gün olur;
belki
gazetenin birinin üç satır köşesinde görürsün
kaybettim
hükümsüzdür
kimliğimi…

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Daim Yusuf Orti "Ağıt" / Ayşenur Kolivar

Üstümüze düşmeyen bomba ancak kelimelerimizi acıtır.