Pt.1

If he had three wishes to think -of
And three candles to lit
And if the fish won't stink
Still the bird wouldn't fly with it
Some casanova men that wink
With their eyes they admit
That the strong one wouldn't sink
If only the fish'd lead'em in an ocean sink

Then you can see through my eye
In and out of your lullaby
Seperate wisdoms to bird and I
Won't do any good to my corpse dry.

A fish won't do right
Fish won't pack won't see what is on his right
He wouldn't leave and to his left always some fight
Rough night, he won't drink fhisky tonight
He'd write. . .

"Because I sleep eyes wide open
Seeking a prince (charming) comin even
For my burden is of steel and so I count
Faith is sinful, wrong and so seven"

Fishy would slip!
But oceans won't last my dear.
He'd flip
And he won't last where oceans shrink to my fear.

"Coz' I have three dreams and an eye to see
Ocean breeze and salty water to dye
Blue; dreary blue, it already is I told you I won't lie
Fish gotta swim miles yet to die..."

For seekers of this kind
Blue of sky and marine so up high
Will you always colour my day so that I find
Each day a blue ocean and some blue sky to say hi

The flow which is nothing but is to follow
He went with it, he went with sorrow
He went ashore, handed in that life I borrow

On the first page he'd written a note
The second my birth
My third his earth
Fifth; more modern filth...

Water and felllow fishies bid on me
He'd say "Bidonville not on me..."
Tide on me, sun upon us,
Wave guide me: son of lust
Wave me. . . goodbye

Underwater fell the soul with ripples
Where the graves are deeply hidden
And deaths are triple

For he was flying and supposed to be rising to reach the skies
For he must've read somewhere that there is a paradise if one flies
Yet he was descending and profoundly hurt like plundered ships
No blood on his scales, nor a word in between his two lips

He went on floating into shades of blue,
Some green weed stuck to his body as if with glue...
Which death to follow now, where to seek the true?
Fine, tints o'gloom and vodka rhum would do.

Where ravens and sparrows comprehend
That a fish has yet to come to his end
He'd stand up and say for no one else'd defend

"Fish won't last but neither would you
Fish can't last but his eye would too
Merry the man who chew my kin, my crew
I be the one to sue"

Falling fish joined the mainstream of his life
Falling apart in pieces of five,
He left me a life to dive
Over him I said I'm alive...

Sevgili hayat

Gune 31 cekerek baslayamanin verdigi buruk bir aciyla yazi yazan bir seksopat oldugumu hayal et.
Yapamadim. Oynayamadim. Yan taraftan sesler gelmesini istedim ama gelmediler. Ustumde bir bizon tepinsin isterken bir anda metrodaki bir kiza asik oldum ve aklim karisti. Tartaglia izlerken agzimin suyu akmadi. Seksuel acligimi egalize ederken seksuel enerjimi kanalize ettim. Bazilari sanat verdi, bazilari kan. Bir kac yoga hareketi sadece ve sadece seksuel enerjin yuksekse yapilabiliyor. Bilmem. Yoga cok onemli insanlara bacaklarini nasil ayiracagini ogretiyor. Nasil etken domalinir sanati. Aktif bir mentaliteye sahip olan ve de bunu sansli bir sekilde fiziginde de tasiyan bir arkadasim var. Baharlar karmasalardan ibaret ama burasinin kisi cok daha cezbedici. Bazen kendinden sonra gelenlerin ya da kisacasi digerlerinin ne kadar carsaf ustundeki sperm lekesine benzedigini dusunuyorsun, bazen ise hic; hic dusunmuyorsun. Bir gun bu yaziyi bir sanatci gelip okusun istiyorsun ve de yapistirsin etiketlerime beklentisinden siyrilamiyorsun. Sevmedigim bazen gordugum insanlar var. Onlar da sanslilar. Arkalarindan konusuyorum. Hayatimda o kadar etki biraktiklarindan degil sadece konusuyorum. Bos buyuk bubble kumecikleri. Baliklari vardi delirium'un. Iste onlar. Suskun ve de blop blop baliklar. Her sey siyah beyaz olsun film noir senlikleri ve de fluffy hayat basamaklarinda hayata hazirlanan cocuklar. Ogeday dayinin anaokulu. Ya da neden lafi uzatiyoruz kisacasi ogedayinin anaokulu. Chez moi esintileri var havada. Bir kac percemi ve kulahi olan kakullu bir kiz. Blushed lies. Triple Warhol kalkani. Kutsal uclumuz ve de bilintilerden gelmeyen. Aklindan bunlari silmeni istiyorum cunku bu ben'im. Bitmemis projeler hakkinda konusulmaz.

You have the skin dilemma
Mouths burst upon your feet
Beside me come the freed
No need no greed
we’ve become another…

some other.

You can’t grow proportionnally
You can’t shoulder upon your hand
And hand upon your head
Analitically speaking you’ve had
What you may have gradually…

Pity.

Sex is ill, ill is sex
We have betrayed the ancestors
We have spoiled our tutors
Diminished it with love tours
Sex is sick, sick sex…

Kick it.

Gender is a promise
That I was not able to keep
That nights last without sleep
And with some catnip
Promise me the gender…

I need.

And washing machines burn
And washing machines burn
And washing machines turn

And the machines that are washing
And the washer machines
And the washer marines

And the machinery washer
And the machowashers
And the machoswatchers

And the macho’s watchers
And the macho’s washers
Macho’s scratchers…

Back scratchers
Love makers
Cake bakers of macho.


...Just a macho.

Rembooo...
Dumbo'dan sonra en şairane eserleri vermiş kişilik...

Bir Dumbo'yu bilirim
Bir Rembo'yu
Ha Rambo mu?
Kendisi şair değil, şiir durağandır
Rambo hareket eder.

Action!

I am the soulgiver
I was a word that has been too unnecessarily used.
And wasted are phrases that begin with I.
And life tastes only when we pour some sugar in it.
And it was glory that walked by your honor.

Pantokrator Jesus
Substractor ebeni
Tractor béni
Langui et avachi

Factor A
Cofactor A
Co fucked her a
Jo fucked her a
Poor her that jo fucked a-way

Enzymes and coenzymes
Logarithme and cologarithme
Sensus and cosensus
I presense, I present
I don't past I present...

I never future, I present
I present all the good deed in a large world.
I present the vein, the atria and the network.
The work is not net anyways
But we still call it network.

Insist on me, to do a favor to you.
Insist on me.
Persist on me.
Believe before me that this can be the one

The one and only net work
That can be done.
Let us free ourselves from joes that fuck her away.
Banishing all those co-words
And co-thingies
And co-stupidities
Let there be a cosupreme court
Let there be a coexistence
Let me colove
And collocate if possible

Let's cotry and coaim
Then we can collide
Then we can get one more ride

His co-logne smells good.
This shall be the copride of gays
Commemorated cotrusted cofelt cofallen
Co-world

World co.
Coworld.

Love co.
Colove.

Coke is co.
Cost is co.
Column is co.
Colove is ours.
Colove me.

Please colove me.

I don't need your love.
I need your colove.