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Evim

Pandora açıl
Pandora kapan
Zati kiralıksın
Sahibin ben değilim
Yarım tablet aspirinle geçer belki diye diye
Kustum bütün gece&kendimde değildim
Duygusal sondaj, derin depresif travma
Haleti ruhiyem pert&hissis
Biranda
Yavaş yavaş derine inen sızı
Bilmem
Saat kaç
Bir çift göz- küllük ve akan makyaj.

Kıytırık manevra
Bozuk balans
Soluk surat
Hiç dolumsuz boş alan
Zombi ölümü bekler oysa heran
Geçirdiğin hastalıkla sınan
Yine de değer hayat
Yaşamak için buna inan.

Sırf valiz. koyacak kostumum yok
Sırf nefes. almak için hiç gerek yok
Sırf kafes. içine beni tıktıkları
Sırf insanım diye bunca yük vede bunca toz

Benim evim.

TATMİNİM ZOR
KADER YAVER DESEM YALAN
HADİSEM BOL, KİBRİM YALNIZ- YANSIZ İYOT
MARTI KOKULU BİR ŞURUP BİZE KALAN
BİLSE BELKİ BÖYLE OLSUN İSTEMEZDİ ANAM BABAM

KUTSAL ÜRPER. TAPIN Kİ SENİ DE TANRI SANSIN
PİŞMANLIĞIN TENDE AÇILAN EN DERİN YARAYSA
SENİ BOĞAN CANAVAR İÇTİĞİN SOĞUK SULARSA
KADIN KILIĞINA GİRMİŞ ŞEYTANIMDAN MERHABA.

Davetiyenize kartvizit bayan baş kavalye
Kes kurdeleni misafir et.
Zıt. aşkım cenaze
Seyr-ü cürmümeşhut bir nota ki cinayet
Tenine sarılı mesut halde dün seviştik
Yok keramet.

İÇİM FERAH BUGÜN DE GEÇTİ, EZİL NEDAMET
EVET HAMASET YERİNİ AL, GÜCÜM VESAYET
İZİNİ SÜR ÇİZ
SIRTIM LAYIK VER EMANET
FETHETMİŞTİ GÖNLÜ TARİHİ BİR ESMER ZERAFET

Pandora açıl.
Pandora kapan.
Yatağımda bıraktığın yüzün
Kalk oradan.
Tek noktada asılı kalan
Yüzlerce ayrıntı
Kırılan yüzündeki aynadan
Hayatım alıntı

AHŞAPTAN DAMLAYAN TİNER
PARKEYE BULAŞAN ŞİİR
KÜVETTE YATAN ÇOCUKLUĞUM
ESKİ EVİM. ESKİ SİHİR
KURTLANMIŞ PENCEREDEN DÜŞüMÜ BÖLEN KİRİŞ
ÇATISI AÇIK
İÇİNDEYİM. ÜSTÜM BAŞIM PAS KİR
BULUNDUĞUM DURUM BİRİNCİ TEKİL
TÜM TATLAR EKŞİ
TENEKE DİBİNDE KALAN TORTU
SİMSİYAH RENGİ
HEP KIYISIZ BIRAKAN BOŞLUK
ÇOK NADİR GEL-GİT
ÇOK SARHOŞTUM BİYERİ SOYDUM
ORASI BENİM EVİM.

Evim.

My Home

Open Pandora
Close Pandora
You're just a renter anyway
I'm not your owner
With half a tablet of aspirin, it might pass, or so you keep saying
I puked all night and I wasn't myself
Emotional excavation, deeply depressive trauma
My mood is ruined & sensitive
Suddenly
A slow creeping ache
I don't know
What time is it
A pair of eyes—glasses and running make-up.

Dodgy maneuver
Upset balance
Pale face
A completely empty void
A zombie awaits its death at any moment
Tested by the illness you've been through
Life is still precious
Believe it to live.

Just a suitcase. I have no suit to put in it
Just breath. There's no need to breathe
Just a cage. where they locked me inside
Just because I'm human, so much weight and so much dust

My home.

I'M HARD TO PLEASE
IF I SAID DESTINY WAS ON MY SIDE, I'D BE LYING
I'M TROUBLESOME, MY PRIDE IS LIKE SALT—WITHOUT FLAVOR
A SEA-GULL FLAVORED SYRUP IS ALL THAT'S LEFT FOR US
MAYBE IF THEY KNEW, MY MOTHER AND FATHER WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED IT THIS WAY

HOLY THRILL. WORSHIP YOURSELF SO THAT YOU TOO ARE SEEN AS A GOD
IF REGRET IS THE DEEPEST WOUND THAT CUTS YOU
IF THE MONSTER THAT CHOKES YOU IS THE COLD WATER YOU DRINK
FROM MY SHE-DEVIL IN WOMAN'S CLOTHING, HELLO.

To your invitation, a calling card, a lady-in-waiting
Cut the ribbon, welcome the guest.
Extreme. My love, a funeral
An evident note of law and order, a murder
Blissfully clinging to your skin, yesterday we made love
It's a lie.

I'M RELIEVED THAT IT'S OVER TODAY TOO, BE CRUSHED BY REGRET
YES ZEAL, TAKE YOUR PLACE, MY POWER IS INFLUENCE
MAKE YOUR MARK
MY BACK IS WORTHY, TRUST IN THE SACRED
A HISTORIC, DARK-HAIRED BEAUTY HAD WON HIS HEART

Open Pandora.
Close Pandora.
Your face that you left in my bed
Get out of there.
Hanging from a single point
Hundreds of different details
From the mirror that broke on your face
My life is a quote

TURPENTINE DRIPPING FROM THE WOOD
POETRY SPILLING ONTO THE PARQUET
MY CHILDHOOD LYING IN THE BATHTUB
OLD HOUSE. OLD MAGIC
THE BEAM THAT BLOCKS MY VIEW FROM THE ROTTED WINDOW
THE ROOF IS OPEN
I'M INSIDE IT. I'M COVERED IN DIRT AND RUST
MY CURRENT STATE IS FIRST PERSON SINGULAR
ALL THE FLAVORS ARE SOUR
THE SEDIMENT LEFT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TIN CAN
ITS PITCH-BLACK COLOR
THE VOID THAT ALWAYS LEAVES YOU STRANDED
VERY RARE EBB AND FLOW
I GOT SO DRUNK I ROBBED THE PLACE
That's my house.

My home.